No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To

I Was Dead, Then Alive. Weeping, Then Laughing. The Power Of Love Came Into Me, And I Became Fierce Like A Lion, Then Tender Like The Evening Star.

You Have Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper. Love Flows Down. The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers What Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That? Do Not Put Blankets Over The Drum. Open Completely.

When Your Love Contracts In Anger, The Atmosphere Itself Feels Threatening. But When You’re Expansive, No Matter What The Weather, You’re In An Open, Windy Field With Friends.

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

If You Put Your Soul Against The Oar With Me, The Power That Made The Universe Will Enter Your Sinew From A Source Not Outside Of Your Limbs, But From A Holy Realm That Lives Within Us.