Their image of Godis only correct, if itis not the only
— Dry Monkey
White clouds fill the skies
I just have met youYet have already known youMany lives ago
I need an answerFrom the infinite archivesBeyond the senses
Soles impressed the earthStream of thought flowed into wordsSide the river’s edge
Colorful gesturesof a joyful EastertideSpring hatches forth newlife
Salvation of self, others‘Less one chooses to be one-self no moreTreat thy neighbor as…
Do not take what is not yoursThe grabbing hand fears of letting goLosing what was never its
Conceals a false self-imageShadows of guilt consumes the spiritCycles of self deception
Refrain from intoxicantsDrowns the spirit, desolate raptureBeware what behavior comes