The Eye Of A Human Being Is

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heath Of Life? The Owl Whose Night-bound Eyes Are Blind Unto The Day Cannot Unveil The Mystery Of Light. If You Would Indeed Behold The Spirit Of Death, Open Your Heart Wide Unto The Body Of Life. For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And Sea Are One. For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun?

How Narrow Is The Vision That Exalts The Busyness Of The Ant Above The Singing Of The Grasshopper.

Of Time You Would Make A Stream Upon Whose Bank You Would Sit And Watch Its Flowing. Yet The Timeless In You Is Aware Of Life's Timelessness, And Knows That 'yesterday Is But Today's Memory And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream.

For A Love To Grow Through The Test Of Everyday Living, One Must Respect That Zone Of Privacy Where One Retires To Relate To The Inside Instead Of The Outside.

And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.