He Who Is More Mindful Of One,

Be Like The Flower, Turn Your Faces To The Sun.

For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst?

Your Friend Is Your Needs Answered. He Is Your Field Which You Sow With Love And Reap With Thanksgiving. And He Is Your Board And Your Fireside. For You Come To Him With Your Hunger, And You Seek Him For Peace.

For The Criminal Who Is Weak And Poor The Narrow Cell Of Death Awaits; But Honor And Glory Await The Rich Who Conceal Their Crimes Behind Their Gold And Silver And Inherited Glory.

If You Sing Of Beauty Though Alone In The Heart Of The Desert You Will Have An Audience.