Your Body Is Woven From The Light

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise. Whoever Feels Himself Walking On The Path, And Refuses To Praise--that Man Or Woman Steals From Others Every Day--is A Shoplifter! The Sun Became Full Of Light When It Got Hold Of Itself. Angels Only Began Shining When They Achieved Discipline. The Sun Goes Out Whenever The Cloud Of Not-praising Comes. The Moment The Foolish Angel Felt Insolent, He Heard The Door Close.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

Through Love The Devil Becomes An Angel. Through Love Stones Become Soft As Butter. Through Love Grief Is Like Delight. Through Love Demons Become The Servants Of God.

There Is Another Language Beyond Language, Another Place Beyond Heaven And Hell. Precious Gems Come From Another Mine, The Heart Draws Light From Another Source.

Peaceful Is The One Who Is Not Concerned With Having More Or Less.