The Source Of Now Is Here.

Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart Has A Thousand Tongues.

Revile Those Who Flatter You.

With Every Breath, I Plant The Seeds Of Devotion, I Am A Farmer Of The Heart.

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not Weep Like A Beggar For Pieces Of The World.