Your Body Is The Harp

At Ebb Tide I Wrote A Line Upon The Sand, And Gave It All My Heart And All My Soul. At Flood Tide I Returned To Read What I Had Inscribed And Found My Ignorance Upon The Shore.

Some Think I Wink At Them When I Shut My Eyes To Avoid Their Sight.

Even As The Holy And The Righteous Cannot Rise Beyond The Highest Which Is In Each One Of You, So The Wicked And The Weak Cannot Fall Lower Than The Lowest Which Is In You Also.

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.