Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.
Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.
Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.
There is a Soul within the Soul. Seek it out. There is a Treasure in your mountain. Seek it Out. A mystic in motion, if that's what you are, don't seek out there; seek inside.
In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.