I Honor Those Who Try To Rid

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

On This Path Let The Heart Be Your Guide.

Be A Lamp, Or A Lifeboat, Or A Ladder.

If In The Darkness Of Ignorance, You Don’t Recognize A Person’s True Nature, Look To See Whom He Has Chosen For His Leader.