We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.

Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.

Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.