Yesterday I Was Clever, So I Wanted

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

Learn To Speak By Listening.

There Is An Unseen Sweetness In The Stomach’s Emptiness. We Are Lutes. When The Sound Box Is Filled, No Music Can Come Forth. When The Brain And The Belly Burn From Fasting, Every Moment A New Song Rises Out Of The Fire. The Mists Clear, And A New Vitality Makes You Spring Up The Steps Before You . . .

From The Urgent Way Lovers Want Each Other To The Seeker's Search For Truth, All Moving Is From The Mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.