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There Is No Reality But God , Says The Completely Surrendered Sheik, Who Is An Ocean For All Beings.

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

Be Full Of Sorrow, That You May Become Hill Of Joy; Weep, That You May Break Into Laughter.

You've 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!

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.