Tend To Your Vital Heart, And All

If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence Or In Absence.

Eventhough You Are Not Equipped, Keep Searching: Equipment Isn't Necessary On The Way To The Lord. Whoever You See Engaged In Search, Become Her Friend And Cast Your Head In Front Of Her, For Choosing To Be A Neighbour Of Seekers, You Become One Yourself; Protected By Conquerors, You Will Yourself Learn To Conquer. If An Ant Seeks The Rank Of Solomon, Don't Smile Contemptuously Upon Its Quest. And Of All Your Skills, And Wealth And Handicraft, Weren't They First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

A Pure Heart, Open To The Light, Will Be Filled With The Elixir Of Truth.