Let Your Home Be You Mast And

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless? But If In You Thought You Must Measure Time Into Seasons, Let Each Season Encircle All The Other Seasons, And Let Today Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.

When You Are Sorrowful, Look Again.

Solitude Is A Silent Storm That Breaks Down All Our Dead Branches; Yet It Sends Our Living Roots Deeper Into The Living Heart Of The Living Earth.

Do Not Fear The Thorns In Your Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.