Sell Your Cleverness And Buy Bewilderment.

On The Way There Is No Harder Pass Than This: Fortunate Is He Who Does Not Carry Envy As A Companion.

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.

What Can I Do My Friends, If I Do Not Know? I Am Neither Christian Nor Jew, Nor Muslim Nor Hindu. What Can I Do? What Can I Do? Not Of The East, Nor Of The West, Nor Of The Land, Nor Of The Sea, Not Of Nature's Essence, Nor Of Circling Heavens. What Could I Be?

Beware! Don't Allow Yourself To Do What You Know Is Wrong, Relying On The Thought, Later I Will Repent And Ask God's Forgiveness.

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?