You Are Dreaming Your Thirst When The

Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The Shore. Whatever Is In A Sea Hits The Shore.

You Are The Root Of Heaven, The Morning Star, The Bright Moon, The House Of Endless Love

Most People Guard Against Going Into The Fire, And So End Up In It.

The Spirit Is So Near That You Can't See It! But Reach For It... Don't Be A Jar, Full Of Water, Whose Rim Is Always Dry. Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Night And Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.