I Died As A Mineral And Became

I Have Been A Seeker And I Still Am, But I Stopped Asking The Books And The Stars. I Started Listening To The Teaching Of My Soul.

And Watch Two Men Washing Clothes, One Makes Dry Clothes Wet. The Other Makes Wet Clothes Dry. They Seem To Be Thwarting Each Other, But Their Work Is A Perfect Harmony. Every Holy Person Seems To Have A Different Doctrine And Practice, But There's Really Only One Work.

The World Is A Mountain, In Which Your Words Are Echoed Back To You.

There Is My Body, In It An Ocean Formed Of His Glory, All The Creation, All The Universes, All The Galaxies, Are Lost In It.

The Body Is A Device To Calculate The Astronomy Of The Spirit. Look Through That Astrolabe And Become Oceanic.