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If You Put On Shoes That Are Too Tight And Walk Out Across An Empty Plain, You Will Not Feel The Freedom Of The Place Unless You Take Off Your Shoes. Your Shoe-constriction Has You Confined. At Night Before Sleeping You Take Off The Tight Shoes, And Your Soul Releases Into A Place It Knows. Dreams Glide Deeper.

Go Back, Go Back To Sleep. Yes, You Are Allowed. You Who Have No Love In Your Heart, You Can Go Back To Sleep. The Power Of Love Is Exclusive To Us, You Can Go Back To Sleep. I Have Been Burnt By The Fire Of Love. You Who Have No Such Yearning In Your Heart, Go Back To Sleep. The Path Of Love, Has Seventy-two Folds And Countless Facets. Your Love And Religion Is All About Deceit, Control And Hypocrisy, Go Back To Sleep. I Have Torn To Pieces My Robe Of Speech, And Have Let Go Of The Desire To Converse. You Who Are Not Naked Yet, You Can Go Back To Sleep.

Fling Me Across The Fabric Of Time And The Seas Of Space. Make Me Nothing And From Nothing-everything.

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.

Don't Insist On Going Where You Think You Want To Go. Ask The Way To The Spring.