You Would Know The Secret Of Death.

How Distant I Am From People When I Am With Them, And How Close When They Are Far Away.

Say Not, 'i Have Found The Truth,' But Rather, 'i Have Found A Truth.' Say Not, ' I Have Found The Path Of The Soul.' Say Rather, 'i Have Met The Soul Walking Upon My Path.' For The Soul Walks Upon All Paths. The Soul Walks Not Upon A Line, Neither Does It Grow Like A Reed. The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?