Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

The Ageless Melody, Unheard, Heals; The Healing Vision, Unseen, Leads; The True Leaders, Immortal, Know...

In Battling Evil, Excess Is Good; For He Who Is Moderate In Announcing The Truth Is Presenting Half-truth. He Conceals The Other Half Out Of Fear Of People's Wrath.

A Teacher Can Only Lead You To The Threshold Of Your Own Mind.

Who Among You Does Not Feel That His Power To Love Is Boundless? And Yet Who Does Not Feel That Very Love, Though Boundless, Encompassed Within The Center Of His Being, And Moving Not From Love Thought To Love Thought, Nor From Love Deeds To Other Love Deeds?