I Was Once Like You, Enlightened And

What The Sayer Of Praise Is Really Praising Is Himself, By Saying Implicitly, My Eyes Are Clear." Likewise, Someone Who Criticizes Is Criticizing Himself, Saying Implicitly, "i Can't See Very Well With My Eyes So Inflamed.

There Are A Thousand Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground; There Are A Thousand Ways To Go Home Again.

Nothing Can Help Me But That Beauty. There Was A Dawn I Remember When My Soul Heard Something From Your Soul. I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Come Out Of The Circle Of Time And Into The Circle Of Love.