Speak A New Language So

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

Each And Every Part Of The World Is A Snare For The Fool And A Means Of Deliverance For The Wise.

Do You Know What You Are? You Are A Manuscript Oƒ A Divine Letter. You Are A Mirror Reflecting A Noble Face. This Universe Is Not Outside Of You. Look Inside Yourself; Everything That You Want, You Are Already That.

I Come To You Without Me, Come To Me Without You.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?