The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute,

Stop Searching Here And There, The Jewels Are Inside You.

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

God Has Planted In Your Heart [ ] The Desire To Search For Him. Do Not Look At Your Weaknesses But Focus On The Search. Every Seeker Is Worthy Of This Search. Strive To Redouble Your Efforts, So That Your Soul May Escape From This Material Prison.