Last Night My Teacher Taught Me The

What You Have Despised In Yourself As A Thorn Opens Into A Rose.

Shine Like The Whole Universe Is Yours.

The Intellectual Quest, Though Fine As Pearl Or Coral, Is Not The Spiritual Search. That Spiritual Search Is On Another Level. Spiritual Wine Is A Different Substance.

I Want Your Sun To Reach My Raindrops, So Your Heat Can Raise My Soul Upward Like A Cloud.

The Satiated Person And The Hungry One Do Not See The Same Thing When They Look Upon A Loaf Of Bread.