I Have Been A Seeker And I

I Will Soothe You And Heal You, I Will Bring You Roses. I Too Have Been Covered With Thorns.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Every Leaf That Grows Will Tell You: What You Sow Will Bear Fruit, So If You Have Any Sense My Friend, Don't Plant Anything But Love.

The Thirsty Look For Water, But Water Also Looks For Thirsty.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.