Lots Of Ways To Reach

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

I Am The Dust In The Sunlight, I Am The Ball Of The Sun . . . I Am The Mist Of Morning, The Breath Of Evening . . . . I Am The Spark In The Stone, The Gleam Of Gold In The Metal . . . . The Rose And The Nightingale Drunk With Its Fragrance. I Am The Chain Of Being, The Circle Of The Spheres, The Scale Of Creation, The Rise And The Fall. I Am What Is And Is Not . . . I Am The Soul In All.

Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That Rose Is Telling Of The Secrets Of The Universal.

If It Is Bread That You Seek, You Will Have Bread. If It Is The Soul You Seek, You Will Find The Soul. If You Understand This Secret, You Know You Are That Which You Seek.

Do Not Look Back, No One Knows How The World Ever Began. Do Not Fear The Future, Nothing Lasts Forever. If You Dwell On The Past Or Future, You Will Miss The Moment.