The Ground Submits To The Sky And

Let Yourself Be Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of That Which You Truly Love.

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.

Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That Rose Is Telling Of The Secrets Of The Universal.

I Cannot Stop Asking. If I Could Taste One Sip Of An Answer, I Could Break Out Of This Prison For Drunks.

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.