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Humble Living Does Not Diminish. It Fills. Going Back To A Simpler Self Gives Wisdom.

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

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

This Is A Gathering Of Lovers. In This Gathering There Is No High, No Low, No Smart, No Ignorant, No Special Assembly, No Grand Discourse, No Proper Schooling Required. There Is No Master, No Disciple. This Gathering Is More Like A Drunken Party, Full Of Tricksters, Fools, Mad Men And Mad Women. This Is A Gathering Of Lovers.

We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion, You Are The Absolute Cause Of Causes.