Words Are A Pretext. It

We Are Pain And What Cures Pain, Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. I Want To Hold You Close Like A Lute, So That We Can Cry Out With Loving. Would You Rather Throw Stones At A Mirror? I Am Your Mirror And Here Are The Stones.

Shut Your Eyes So The Heart May Become Your Eye, And With That Vision Look Upon Another World. If You Can Step Away From Your Need For Self-approval, All That You Do, Top To Bottom, Will Be Approved.

I Merged So Completely With Love, And Was So Fused, That I Became Love And Love Became Me.

Stay With Friends Who Support You In These. Talk With Them About Sacred Texts, And How You Are Doing, And How They Are Doing, And Keep Your Practices Together.

Dance, And Make Joyous The Love Around You. Dance, And Your Veils Which Hide The Light Shall Swirl In A Heap At Your Feet.