The Wealth Within You, Your Essence, Is

Burdens Are The Foundations Of Ease And Bitter Things The Forerunners Of Pleasure.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.

Submit To Love Without Thinking, As The Sun Rose This Morning Recklessly Extinguishing Our Star-candle Minds.