You Think Because You Understand 'one' You

You Are Dreaming Your Thirst When The Water You Want Is Inside The Big Vein On Your Neck.

I Know You're Tired But Come, This Is The Way.

I Am Smiling At Myself Today There's No Wish Left In This Heart Or Perhaps There Is No Heart Left Free From All Desire I Sit Quietly Like Earth My Silent Cry Echoes Like Thunder Throughout The Universe I Am Not Worried About It I Know It Will Be Heard By No One Except Me.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

Love Is The Way Messengers From The Mystery Tell Us Things