Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself,

Keep Digging Your Well. Water Is There Somewhere.

There's Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness.

Silence Is The Root Of Everything. If You Spiral Into Its Void A Hundred Voices Will Thunder Messages You Long To Hear.

A Man Or A Woman Is Said To Be Absorbed When The Water Has Total Control Of Him, And He No Control Of The Water. A Swimmer Moves Around Willfully. An Absorbed Being Has No Will But The Water's Going. Any Word Or Act Is Not Really Personal, But The Way The Water Has Of Speaking Or Doing. As When You Hear A Voice Coming Out Of A Wall, And You Know That It's Not The Wall Talking, But Someone Inside, Or Perhaps Someone Outside Echoing Off The Wall. Saints Are Like That. They've Achieved The Condition Of A Wall, Or A Door.

Why Set Your Heart On A Piece Ofearth,seek Out The Source Which Shines Forever.