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Concentrate On The Essence, Concentrate On The Light.

Work In The Invisible World At Least As Hard As You Do In The Visible.

We Should Ask God To Help Us Toward Manners. Inner Gifts Do Not Find Their Way To Creatures Without Just Respect.

Be A Helpful Friend, And You Will Become A Green Tree With Always New Fruit, Always Deeper Journeys Into Love.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.