You Knock At The Door Of Reality.

When The Remedy You Have Offered Only Increases The Disease, Then Leave Him Who Will Not Be Cured, And Tell Your Story To Someone Who Seeks The Truth.

The Same Wind That Uproots Trees Makes The Grass Shine. The Lordly Wind Loves The Weakness And The Lowness Of Grasses. Never Brag Of Being Strong. The Axe Doesn't Worry How Thick The Branches Are. It Cuts Them To Pieces. But Not The Leaves. It Leaves The Leaves Alone.

Listen, Open A Window To God And Begin To Delight Yourself By Gazing Upon Him Through The Opening.

For Without You, I Swear, The Town Has Become Like A Prison To Me. Distraction And The Mountain And The Desert, All I Desire.

I Am Like The Heaven, Like The Moon, Like A Candle By Your Glow; I Am All Reason, All Love, All Soul, By Your Soul.