Light The Incense! You Have To Burn

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

You Wander From Room To Room Hunting For The Diamond Necklace That Is Already Around Your Neck!

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.

Be Crumbled. So Wild Flowers Will Come Up Where You Are. You Have Been Stony For Too Many Years. Try Something Different. Surrender.

Know Then That The Body Is Merely A Garment. Go Seek The Wearer, Not The Cloak.