No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.

Look at these worlds spinning out of nothingness. That is within your power.

No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.

Listen. Make a way for yourself inside yourself. Stop looking in the other way of looking.

Don't sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.

THIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, or a fire we can’t see, but how does saying that push us through the top of the head into the light above the head? Love is not an iron pot, so this boiling energy won’t help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before I’m free of this torture!

There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.