I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste

Very High, Very Grand, And Very Wise Is The Ocean Of God, The Water Of Life. You Went After The Form And Were Lead Astray. How Can You See It? You Abandoned The Truth. Sometimes It Is Named "tree," Sometimes "sun," Sometimes "ocean," Sometimes "cloud," One Thing From Which Scores Of Discoveries Arise, Its Slightest Definition An Everlasting Life.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.

Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden Mercy

Let Silence Take You To The Core Of Life.

Whatever You Keep Hidden In Your Heart, God Manifests In You Outwardly. Whatever The Root Of The Tree Feeds On In Secret, Affects The Bough And The Leaf.