It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you
Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?
Appear as you are, or be as you appear.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.
Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.