The Middle Path Is The Way To

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

Nothing I Say Can Explain To You Divine Love Yet All Of Creation Cannot Seem To Stop Talking About It.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.

When Your Heart Becomes The Grave Of Your Secrets, That Desire Of Yours Will Be Gained More Quickly. The Prophet Said That Anyone Who Keeps Secret His Inmost Thought Will Soon Attain The Object Of His Desire. When Seeds Are Buried In The Earth, Their Inward Secrets Become The Flourishing Garden.

There Are Many Languages In The World; In Meaning All Are The Same. If You Break The Cups, Water Will Be Unified And Will Flow Together.