Purify Your Eyes, And See The Pure

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

If You Knew Yourself For Even One Moment, If You Could Just Glimpse Your Most Beautiful Face, Maybe You Wouldn’t Slumber So Deeply In That House Of Clay. Why Not Move Into Your House Of Joy And Shine Into Every Crevice! For You Are The Secret Treasure-bearer, And Always Have Been. Didn’t You Know?

This Discipline And Rough Treatment Are A Furnace To Extract The Silver From The Dross. This Testing Purifies The Gold By Boiling The Scum Away.

Since Love Has Made Ruins Of My Heart The Sun Must Come And Illumine Them. Such Generosity Has Broken Me With Shame.

Who Says The Eternal Being Does Not Exist? Who Says The Sun Has Gone Out? Someone Who Climbs Up On The Roof And Closes His Eyes Tight, And Says, I Don't See Anything.