Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All

God Has Planted In Your Heart [ ] The Desire To Search For Him. Do Not Look At Your Weaknesses But Focus On The Search. Every Seeker Is Worthy Of This Search. Strive To Redouble Your Efforts, So That Your Soul May Escape From This Material Prison.

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing In My Soul. Let It Dissolve In Your Ocean.

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.