Let The Beauty We Love Be What

When Someone Critises Or Disagrees With You, A Small Ant Of Hatred And Antagonism Is Born In Your Heart. If You Do Not Squash That Ant At Once, It Might Grow Into A Snake, Or Even A Dragon.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

Tis Easy To Break An Idol, Very Easy: To Regard The Self As Easy To Subdue Is Folly, Folly.

Love Has Come To Rule And Transform; Stay Awake, My Heart, Stay Awake.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.