On A Day When The Wind Is

New Organs Of Perception Come Into Being As A Result Of Necessity. Therefore, O Man, Increase Your Necessity, So That You May Increase Your Perception.

Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel Of My Being Is In Full Bloom.

All Is Known In The Sacredness Of Silence.

In Each Moment The Fire Rages, It Will Burn Away A Hundred Veils. And Carry You A Thousand Steps Toward Your Goal.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.