He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is

Come To The Root Of The Root Of Your Self

Oh Soul, You Worry Too Much. You Have Seen Your Own Strength. You Have Seen Your Own Beauty. You Have Seen Your Golden Wings. Of Anything Less, Why Do You Worry? You Are In Truth The Soul, Of The Soul, Of The Soul.

Anyone Who Knows Me, Should Learn To Know Me Again; For I Am Like The Moon, You Will See Me With New Face Everyday.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet.