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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.

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.

Even Though You're Not Equipped, Keep Searching: Equipment Isn't Necessary On The Way To The Lord.

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.

Like A Sculptor, If Necessary, Carve A Friend Out Of Stone. Realize That Your Inner Sight Is Blind And Try To See A Treasure In Everyone.