Once You Conquer Your Selfish Self, All

What You're Seeking Is Seeking You.

Sometimes You Hear A Voice Through The Door Calling You... This Turning Toward What You Deeply Love Saves You.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

You Already Have The Precious Mixture That Will Make You Well. Use It.

Protect Yourself......from Your Own Thoughts.