The Morning Wind Spreads Its

Be Grateful For Your Life, Every Detail Of It, And Your Face Will Come To Shine Like A Sun, And Everyone Who Sees It Will Be Made Glad And Peaceful.

Physical Existence Is So Cramped.we Grow Old And Bent Over Like Embryos.nine Months Passes;it Is Time To Be Born. The Lamb Wants To Graze Green Daylight. There Are Ways Of Being Born Twice,of Coming To Where You Fly,not Individually Like Birds, But As The Sun Moves With His Bride,sincerity.

You Are Dreaming Your Thirst When The Water You Want Is Inside The Big Vein On Your Neck.

The Ground's Generosity Takes In Our Compost And Grows Beauty! Try To Be More Like The Ground.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved