Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots,

The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What To Ignore.

In Things Spiritual, There Is No Partition, No Number, No Individuals. How Sweet Is The Oneness-unearth The Treasure Of Unity.

All People On The Planet Are Children, Except For A Very Few. No One Is Grown Up Except Those Free Of Desire.

Every Moment I Shape My Destiny With A Chisel - I Am The Carpenter Of My Own Soul.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.