How did the rose

Did the rose
Ever open its heart

And give to this world
All its

It felt the encouragement of light
Against its

We all remain



Cushion for Your Head

Just sit there right now
Don't do a thing
Just rest
For your separation from God
Is the hardest work in this world
Let me bring you trays of food
And something that you like to drink
You can use my soft words
As a cushion for your head

A still cup

For God
To make love,
For the divine alchemy to work,
The Pitcher needs a still cup.

Mix them!

Cultivate seeds of joy!

You carry
All the ingredients
To turn your life into a nightmare --
Don't mix them!

You carry all the ingredients
To turn your existence into joy,

Mix them,
Mix Them!