He set out that day.

Addicted to finding love.

Addicted to something,
something 'just out of reach.'

But what he would find,
oh, now that was terrible.

Having the terror grip you
from the well-spring of your toes,
straight to the top of your
highest strung strand...

This is what is called, Disturbed....

but Oh, what Marvel ensues -
for surely, he shan't remain terrified!
No, way!!

He is addicted to seeking,
addicted to finding,
addicted to sowing:
addicted to reaping.

Like the hungry is addicted to food...
like the thirsty is a water-aholic...
like the fish needs water,
and birds need air...
like the knowledge thirsty to a glass of wisdom-wine...

:Drink....then,
you are fine!

Addicted to love,
women and wine.
Know that God is
: The One Sublime!

Gave you love,
gave you the lover...
gave you the wine
of Knoweldge-Unsober.

Drink then, and come to the place of disturbed,
for then you shall marvel,
and reign, over all as a star shining high...
and you shall have rest,
yes, you shall have rest,
and you shall know rest,
yes, the best kind of rest.

Be thou blessed.

Aho.

&

Om.

Om.

Aummm.