The Work Of Magic Is

Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Colour. Do It Now.

Not The Ones Speaking The Same Language, But The Ones Sharing The Same Feeling Understand Each Other.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.

The Source Of Now Is Here.

Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not From Those Other Jars.