Tend To Your Vital Heart, And All

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?

Seek The Sound That Never Ceases. Seek The Sun That Never Sets.

When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.