The Prophet Is Appointed To

The World Is A Spinning Die, And Everything Turns And Changes: Man Is Turned Into Angel, And Angel Into Man, And The Head Into The Foot, And The Foot Into The Head. Thus All Things Turn And Spin And Change, This Into That, And That Into This, The Topmost To The Undermost, And The Undermost To The Topmost. For At The Root All Is One, And Salvation Inheres In The Change And Return Of Things.

Everything Depends On Inner Change; When This Has Taken Place, Then, And Only Then Does The World Change.

So Long As You "have" Yourself, Have Yourself As An Object, Your Experience Of Man Is Only As Of A Thing Among Things.

To Produce Is To Draw Forth, To Invent Is To Find, To Shape Is To Discover.

One Should Hallow All That One Does In One's Natural Life. One Eats In Holiness, Tastes The Taste Of Food In Holiness, And The Table Becomes An Altar. One Works In Holiness, And Raises Up The Sparks Which Hide Themselves In All Tools. One Walks In Holiness Across The Fields, And The Soft Songs Of All Herbs, Which They Voice To God, Enter Into The Song Of Our Soul.