I Closed My Mouth And Spoke To

The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be Clear, So You Can Discern The Ugly From The Beautiful.

Many Of The Faults You See In Others, Dear Reader, Are Your Own Nature Reflected In Them.

Come, Come, Whoever You Are. Wanderer, Worshiper, Lover Of Leaving. It Doesn't Matter. Ours Is Not A Caravan Of Despair. Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vows A Thousand Times. Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vow One Thousand Times, Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

You And I Have Spoken All These Words, But For The Way We Have To Go,words Are No Preparation. I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing In My Soul. Let It Dissolve In Your Ocean