We Alchemists Look For Talent That Can

You Lack A Foot To Travel? Then Journey Into Yourself - That Leads To Transformation Of Dust Into Pure Gold.

Do You Think I Know What I'm Doing? That For One Breath Or Half-breath I Belong To Myself? As Much As A Pen Knows What It's Writing, Or The Ball Can Guess Where It's Going Next.

Make My Heart, O Heart Of The Universe, A Divine Bird That Nests Only On The Throne Of God.

Be A Lamp, Or A Lifeboat, Or A Ladder.

There Are Many Winds Full Of Anger, And Lust And Greed. They Move The Rubbish Around, But The Solid Mountain Of Our True Nature Stays Where It's Always Been.