Why Am I Seeking? I Am The

Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel Of My Being Is In Full Bloom.

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.

Rush Out In The Rain To Be Soaked With The Sky.

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

While Still In The Cage Of Your Being Behold The Spirit Bird Before It Flies Away.