Sit Quietly And Listen For A Voice

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

All Your Restlessness Is Out Of Your Desire For Stillness Just Desire Restlessly, Then, Love Will Fill And Still You. All Your Unhealthiness Is Out Of Your Desire For Health, Just Abandon Health, Then, Even Poison Will Heal You.

Journeys Bring Power And Love Back Into You. If You Can't Go Somewhere, Move In The Passageways Of The Self. They Are Like Shafts Of Light, Always Changing, And You Change When You Explore Them.

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.