Bring The Sky Beneath Your

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.

Tie Two Birds Together. They Will Not Be Able To Fly, Even Though They Now Have Four Wings.

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.

The Radiant One In Me Has Never Said A Word.