If You Yearn For Holy Felicity, Shed

What A Joy, To Travel The Way Of The Heart

The Same Wind That Uproots Trees Makes The Grass Shine. The Lordly Wind Loves The Weakness And The Lowness Of Grasses. Never Brag Of Being Strong. The Axe Doesn't Worry How Thick The Branches Are. It Cuts Them To Pieces. But Not The Leaves. It Leaves The Leaves Alone.

Since In Order To Speak, One Must First Listen, Learn To Speak By Listening.

Life S Picture Is Constantly Undergoing Change. The Spirit Beholds A New World Every Moment.

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.