In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem

Sit Quietly And Listen For A Voice That Will Say, "be More Silent." As That Happens, Your Soul Starts To Revive.

Trade Your Cleverness For Bewilderment.

You Are Quaffing Drink From A Hundred Fountains: Whenever Any Of These Hundred Yields Less, Your Pleasure Is Diminished. But When The Sublime Fountain Gushes From Within You, No Longer Need You Steal From The Other Fountains.

Like A Shadow, I Am And I Am Not.

Do Good To The People For The Sake Of God Or For The Peace Of Your Own Soul That You May Always See What Is Pure And Save Your Heart From The Darkness Of Hate