We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion,

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

Nearness To God Is Common To Us All, Because We're All Created And Sustained By God, But Only The Authentically Noble Possess And Live That Nearness That's A Constant Upswelling Passion Of Love.

In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are The Same, You Appear In Me, I In You.

Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul. Go On. Get Drunk.

O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be Here, Be Now, Be All.