Life Is Balance Of Holding On And

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.

I Am The Dust In The Sunlight, I Am The Ball Of The Sun . . . I Am The Mist Of Morning, The Breath Of Evening . . . . I Am The Spark In The Stone, The Gleam Of Gold In The Metal . . . . The Rose And The Nightingale Drunk With Its Fragrance. I Am The Chain Of Being, The Circle Of The Spheres, The Scale Of Creation, The Rise And The Fall. I Am What Is And Is Not . . . I Am The Soul In All.

Learn To Speak By Listening.

Know, Son, That Everything In The Universe Is A Pitcher Brimming With Wisdom And Beauty, The Universe Is A Drop Of The 'tigris Of His Beauty, This Beauty Was A Hidden Treasure So Full It Burst Open And Made The Earth More Radiant Than The Heavens.

How Do I Know Who I Am Or Where I Am? How Could A Single Wave Locate Itself In An Ocean.