In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.

Walk To The Well. Turn As The Earth And The Moon Turn, Circling What They Love. Whatever Circles Comes From The Center.

If You Want Money More Than Anything, You'll Be Bought And Sold Your Whole Life.

Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light. Rid Yourself Of Material Needs And Be Set Free.

Seek The Wisdom That Will Untie Your Knot. Seek The Path That Demands Your Whole Being.