Let Yourself Be Gently Pulled By The

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Be A Lamp, Or A Lifeboat, Or A Ladder.

Are You Searching For Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Own Prison.

You Are The Drop,and The Ocean You Are Kindness,you Are Anger, You Are Sweetness,you Are Poison. Do Not Make Me More Disheartened. You Are The Chamber Of The Sun, You Are The Abode Of Venus, You Are The Garden Of All Hope. Oh, Beloved, Let Me Enter.

Load The Ship And Set Out. No One Knows For Certain Whether The Vessel Will Sink Or Reach The Harbor. Cautious People Say, 'i'll Do Nothing Until I Can Be Sure.' Merchants Know Better. If You Do Nothing, You Lose. Don't Be One Of Those Merchants Who Wont Risk The Ocean.