I Am Not From East Or West

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.

And Watch Two Men Washing Clothes, One Makes Dry Clothes Wet. The Other Makes Wet Clothes Dry. They Seem To Be Thwarting Each Other, But Their Work Is A Perfect Harmony. Every Holy Person Seems To Have A Different Doctrine And Practice, But There's Really Only One Work.

One Drop Of That Ocean Is Hope, And The Rest Is Fear.

The One Who Has A Good Friend Doesn't Need Any Mirror.