The Art Of Knowing Is

Every Moment, A Voice, Out Of This World, Calls On Our Soul, To Wake Up And Rise.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

You The One In All, Say Who I Am. Say I Am You.

Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I Am Just As Ecstatic As They Are, But With Nothing To Say.

Do Not Feel Lonely, The Entire Universe Is Inside You. Stop Acting So Small. You Are The Universe In Ecstatic Motion. Set Your Life On Fire. Seek Those Who Fan Your Flames.