COME ON BABY, LIGHT MY FIRE.
Beware of fanatics.
Beware of crazy-wisdom gurus who seek to strip your ego bare. Those who would deign to temper your will. Those who presume to measure your soul.
Beware of teachers who criticise. Those who drive your mind in upon itself, scouring for darkness.
Flee from those who have you lifting the rocks of your psyche, unsure. And from those who have set you to seek for the truths they have found.
Flee from those who would try to hang you on tenterhooks.
Beware of those who manipulate dark and loving words against you. Those who sum you up. Who tally your faults for your benefit. Who apply their jaded callipers to your light.
Beware of those who judge.
Cleave to those who uplift. Who raise the fragile child with grace.
Journey with those who shine, whose self-created radiance merges with the essence of your own.
Cleave to those who have not forgotten suffering.
Seek out those magicians whose very presence weaves spells. Whose simple truths elate you.
Abide with those who break your soul open with joy.
Mingle with those mighty who walk alongside you and who conjure love from the air.
Dance with those rare and humble shamans who set your spirit on fire.
If you do not feel bliss, then with infinite love and tenderness sever the cords.
So may it be,
Forever and ever,