For Thought Is A Bird Of Space,

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

For The Breath Of Life Is In The Sunlight And The Hand Of Life Is In The Wind.

Wisdom Is Not In Words; Wisdom Is Meaning Within Words.

God Has Given You A Spirit With Wings On Which To Soar Into The Spacious Firmament Of Love And Freedom. Is It Not Pitiful Than That You Cut Your Wings With Your Own Hands And Suffer Your Soul To Crawl Like An Insect Upon The Earth?

When You Part From Your Friend, You Grieve Not; For That Which You Love Most In Him May Be Clearer In His Absence, As The Mountain To The Climber Is Clearer From The Plain.