We Are As Pieces Of Chess Engaged

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

Dance Where You Can Break Yourself Up To Pieces And Totally Abandon Your Worldly Passions.

Whatever Lifts The Corners Of Your Mouth, Trust That

A Thief Loves The Night. I Am Day. I Reveal Essences.

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.