O Tongue You Are An

Rush Out In The Rain To Be Soaked With The Sky.

You And I Have Spoken All These Words, But For The Way We Have To Go,words Are No Preparation. I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing In My Soul. Let It Dissolve In Your Ocean

The Spiritual Path Wrecks The Body And Afterwards Restores It To Health. It Destroys The House To Unearth The Treasure, And With That Treasure Builds It Better Than Before.

You Already Have The Precious Mixture That Will Make You Well. Use It.

It Is Certain That An Atom Of Goodness On The Path Of Faith Is Never Lost.