No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

This Silence, This Moment, Every Moment, If It's Genuinely Inside You, Brings What You Need.

How Do I Know Who I Am Or Where I Am? How Could A Single Wave Locate Itself In An Ocean.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

O Seeker, Pain And Suffering Make One Aware Of God.