Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is

What A Joy, To Travel The Way Of The Heart

He Who Tastes Not, Knows Not.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.

Cease Looking For Flowers! There Blooms A Garden In Your Own Home. While You Look For Trinkets The Treasure House Awaits You In Your Own Being.

Today I'm Out Wandering, Turning My Skull Into A Cup For Others To Drink Wine From. In This Town Somewhere There Sits A Calm, Intelligent Man, Who Doesn't Know What He's About To Do!