Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

Even When You Tear Its Petals Off One After Another, The Rose Keeps Laughing And Doesn’t Bend In Pain. “why Should I Be Afflicted Because Of A Thorn? It Is The Thorn Which Taught Me How To Laugh.” Whatever You Lost Through Fate, Be Certain That It Saved You From Pain.

If You Look Too Closely At The Form, You Miss The Essence.

Brother, Stand The Pain. Escape The Poison Of Your Impulses. The Sky Will Bow To Your Beauty, If You Do. Learn To Light The Candle. Rise With The Sun. Turn Away From The Cave Of Your Sleeping. That Way A Thorn Expands To A Rose.

In Every Religion There Is Love, Yet Love Has No Religion.