If You Find The Mirror Of The

I Come To You Without Me, Come To Me Without You.

Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light. Rid Yourself Of Material Needs And Be Set Free.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

Come, Seek, For Search Is The Foundation Of Fortune: Every Success Depends Upon Focusing The Heart.

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.