Plug thy low sensual ear, which stuffs like cotton
Thy conscience and makes deaf thine inward ear.
Be without ear, without sense, without thought,
And hearken to the call of God, ''Return!''
Our speech and action is the outer journey,
Our inner journey is above the sky
The body travels on its dusty way;
The spirit walks, like Jesus, on the sea.
Shut your eyes and change to and wake another way of seeing, which everyone has
but few use.
From 'The Teachings of the Mystics' by Walter T. Stace