Behind Every Atom Of This

I Want To Be Where Your Bare Foot Walks, Because Maybe Before You Step, You'll Look At The Ground. I Want That Blessing

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?

Let Your Teacher Be Love Itself.

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.

Let Go Of Your Mind And Then Be Mindful. Close Your Ears And Listen!