We Must Die To Become

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

Kindle In Thy Heart The Flame Of Love.

Love Will Lay A Carpet Of Treasures Under Your Feet.

O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be Here, Be Now, Be All.