There is one hand uplifting and one pressing down. I will break out, ask the Master to break in. Walking the country, each step you break in and break out. Traveling through time, marking manifold paths. Leaving one place you will enter another.
Every place has a name, every house is a home.
The chick breaks out, the hen breaks in - when the baby awakes, the egg is no more. Mother and child both forgotten, chirping in harmony on the same branch, leading alone, follow alone. With one word, one act, one meeting, one touch, you will see whether someone is deep or shallow, and know if they're facing forward or back. And look around - Without the sun, we'd have death covering these fields. The earth goes on so long as it kills people with sadness.