Search, No Matter What Situation You Are

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Strange Pull Of What You Really Love. It Will Not Lead You Astray.

Behead Yourself!... Dissolve Your Whole Body Into Vision: Become Seeing, Seeing, Seeing!

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.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

Through Love The Devil Becomes An Angel. Through Love Stones Become Soft As Butter. Through Love Grief Is Like Delight. Through Love Demons Become The Servants Of God.