Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

I Turn All Thorn Then, But You Come Back Again And Make My Thorniness Fragrant And Pink And Petaled.

If Someone Asks, But What Is Love? Answer, Dissolving The Will.

The Lamps Are Different, But The Light Is The Same. One Matter, One Energy, One Light, One Light-mind, Endlessly Emanating All Things.

The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy.