If You Are A Man

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.

From The Moment You Entered This World Of Existence, A Ladder Was Put In Front Of You So You Could Escape.

I Am Your Lover, Come To My Side, I Will Open The Gate To Your Love. Come Settle With Me, Let Us Be Neighbors To The Stars. You Have Been Hiding So Long, Endlessly Drifting In The Sea Of My Love. Even So, You Have Always Been Connected To Me. Concealed, Revealed, In The Unknown, In The Un-manifest. I Am Life Itself. You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond, I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood. Come Merge With Me, Leave This World Of Ignorance. Be With Me, I Will Open The Gate To Your Love.

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

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 . . .