The Soul Lives There In The Silent

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning Is A New Arrival. A Joy, A Depression, A Meanness, Some Momentary Awareness Comes As An Unexpected Visitor...welcome And Entertain Them All. Treat Each Guest Honorably. The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In. Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

There Is Some Kiss We Want With Your Whole Lives, The Touch Of Spirit On The Body. Seawater Begs The Pearl To Break Its Shell. And The Lily, How Passionately It Needs Some Wild Darling.

Carry Your Baggage Towards Silence , When You Seek The Signs Of The Way.

Knowledge That Is Acquired Is Not Like This. Those Who Have It Worry If Audiences Like It Or Not. It's A Bait For Popularity. Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul... The Only Real Customer Is God. Chew Quietly Your Sweet Sugarcane God-love, And Stay Playfully Childish.

As You Start To Walk On The Way, The Way Appears.