If The Foot Of The Trees Were

Love Comes Of Its Own Free Will, It Can't Be Learned In Any School!

The Interpretation That Makes You Ardent And Hopeful And Active And Reverent Is The True One.

Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Colour. Do It Now.

A Secret Freedom Opens Through A Crevice You Can Barely See.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.