Roar, Lion Of The Heart, And Tear

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?

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.

Whatever Lifts The Corners Of Your Mouth, Trust That

Wisdom Tells Us We Are Not Worthy; Love Tells Us We Are. My Life Flows Between The Two.

Passion Is Present When A Man Can Distinguish Between The Wine And The Container. Two Men See A Loaf Of Bread. One Hasn't Eaten Anything For Ten Days. The Other Has Eaten Five Times A Day, Every Day. He Sees The Shape Of The Loaf. The Other Man With His Urgent Need Sees Inside Into The Taste, And Into The Nourishment The Bread Could Give. Be That Hungry, To See Within All Beings The Friend.