If Your Eyes Are Opened, You'll See

Submit To Love Without Thinking, As The Sun Rose This Morning Recklessly Extinguishing Our Star-candle Minds.

Thinking Gives Off Smoke To Prove The Existence Of Fire. A Mystic Sits Inside The Burning. There Are Wonderful Shapes In Rising Smoke That Imagination Loves To Watch. But It's A Mistake To Leave The Fire For That Filmy Sight. Stay Here At The Flame's Core.

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

God Put Thorns Around The Love's Door To Stop Anyone Who's Not A Lover From Entering.

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.