Last Night I Learned How To Be

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

Leave That Which Is Not, But Appears To Be. Seek That Which Is, But Is Not Apparent.

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.

Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love.

You Are Not Just The Drop In The Ocean. You Are The Mighty Ocean In The Drop.