You Have Escaped The Cage. Your Wings

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

My Head Is Bursting With The Joy Of The Unknown. My Heart Is Expanding A Thousand Fold.

There Are Many Winds Full Of Anger, And Lust And Greed. They Move The Rubbish Around, But The Solid Mountain Of Our True Nature Stays Where It's Always Been.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.