Look At Love With The

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

Today, Let Us Swim Wildly, Joyously In Gratitude.

Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

There Is A Light Seed Grain Inside. You Fill It With Yourself, Or It Dies.