I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In

Only The Soul Knows What Love Is.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning Is A New Arrival. A Joy, A Depression, A Meanness, Some Momentary Awareness Comes As An Unexpected Visitor...welcome And Entertain Them All. Treat Each Guest Honorably. The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In. Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

Sell Your Cleverness And Buy Bewilderment.

Bathe In The Splendor Of Your Own Light.

Where, With Your One Rose You Can Buy Hundreds Of Rose Gardens?