If The Wine Drinker Has

In Every Religion There Is Love, Yet Love Has No Religion.

You Wander From Room To Room Hunting For The Diamond Necklace That Is Already Around Your Neck!

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

We Gather At Night To Celebrate Being Human. Sometimes We Call Out Low To The Tambourine. Fish Drink The Sea, But The Sea Does Not Get Smaller! We Eat The Clouds And Evening Light. We Are Slaves Tasting The Royal Wine.

The Chess Master Says Nothing, Other Than Moving The Silient Chess Piece.