A feast awaits, yet we live off crumbs

A feast of the soul that is

For anyone who thinks their birthright is material has been blinded by the blind teachers

What is good fortune compared to a mother

And What is a mother compared to her embrace

And What is her embrace compared to embracing all that is

But this blindness is willful

Open the eyes that open the heart and realise the world

The space will fire up your heart like a furnace

Infinity, localised

Perfection

Superimposed with self-perpetuating pollution

But being sustains all and won't mourn its loss

Clear as the sky

Untaintable

Delicious

Home

Forever

I am

The end is just the beginning

Shedding limitations

In spring reborn

A heart of immense power

Cares for all

No longer infected by the sick

For illness is a choiceless choice

That needs no cure

This is the good news

Rejoice