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Many Prayers Are Declined Because Of The Rank Odor Of A Corrupt Heart, Rising Through The Beautiful Words. Let The Words Be Wrong But The Meaning Right. . . . That Flawed Utterance Is Dearer To God!

There Is Only One Search: Wandering... No Dogma And No Heresy.

I Was A Tiny Bug. Now A Mountain. I Was Left Behind. Now Honored At The Head. You Healed My Wounded Hunger And Anger, And Made Me A Poet Who Sings About Joy.

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?

To Find The Beloved, You Must Become The Beloved.