The Unseen Presence Keeps Saying To Us,

Two There Are Who Are Never Satisfied -- The Lover Of The World And The Lover Of Knowledge.

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives. But This Dove Here Senses The Love Hawk Floating Above, And Waits, And Will Not Be Driven Or Scared To Safety.

We Alchemists Look For Talent That Can Heat Up And Change. Lukewarm Won't Do. Halfhearted Holding Back, Well-enough Getting By? Not Here.

Don't Seek The Water; Get Thirst.