Sit Quietly And Listen For A Voice

With Passion Pray. With Passion Make Love. With Passion Eat And Drink And Dance And Play. Why Look Like A Dead Fish In This Ocean Of God?

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape. Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Color. Do It Now.

There Comes A Holy And Transparent Time When Every Touch Of Beauty Opens The Heart To Tears. This Is The Time The Beloved Of Heaven Is Brought Tenderly On Earth. This Is The Time Of The Opening Of The Rose.

There Is A Light Seed Grain Inside. You Fill It With Yourself, Or It Dies.