All Your Anxiety Is Because

Sit With Lovers And Choose Their State. Do Not Stay Long With Those Who Are Not Living In The Heart.

I Was There In The Beginning And I Was The Spirit Of Love.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.

I Have Found The Heart And Will Never Leave This House Of Light.