There Is A City In Which You

A Secret Freedom Opens Through A Crevice You Can Barely See.

We Are The Mirror - As Well As The Face In It.

You're Water. We're The Millstone. You're Wind. We're Dust Blown Up Into Shapes. You're Spirit. We're The Opening And Closing Of Our Hands. You're The Clarity. We're The Language That Tries To Say It. You're Joy. We're All The Different Kinds Of Laughing.

Out Beyond Ideas Of Wrongdoing And Rightdoing There Is A Field. I'll Meet You There. When The Soul Lies Down In That Grass The World Is Too Full To Talk About.

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Spring Water Or Take In The Sunset Like Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep On. This Love Is Beyond The Study Of Theology, That Old Trickery And Hypocrisy. If You Want To Improve Your Mind That Way, Sleep On. I've Given Up On My Brain. I've Torn The Cloth To Shreds And Thrown It Away. If You're Not Completely Naked, Wrap Your Beautiful Robe Of Words Around You, And Sleep On