You Already Have The Precious Mixture That

Cease Looking For Flowers! There Blooms A Garden In Your Own Home. While You Look For Trinkets The Treasure House Awaits You In Your Own Being.

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

Water In The Boat Is The Ruin Of The Boat, But Water Under The Boat Is Its Support.

The World Is A Mountain, In Which Your Words Are Echoed Back To You.

Love Has Come To Rule And Transform; Stay Awake, My Heart, Stay Awake.