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