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Physical Existence Is So Cramped.we Grow Old And Bent Over Like Embryos.nine Months Passes;it Is Time To Be Born. The Lamb Wants To Graze Green Daylight. There Are Ways Of Being Born Twice,of Coming To Where You Fly,not Individually Like Birds, But As The Sun Moves With His Bride,sincerity.

Explanation By The Tongue Makes Most Things Clear, But Love Unexplained Is Clearer.

The Way The Beloved Can Fit In My Heart, Two Thousand Lives Could Fit In This Body Of Mine. One Kernel Could Contain A Thousand Bushels, And A Hundred Worlds Pass Through The Eye Of The Needle.

What Matters Is How Quickly You Do What Your Soul Directs.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.