Looking At My Life I See That

Flattery's Fire Is Hidden. Its Sweet Taste Is Apparent, But The Smoke Is Bound To Come Out At Last.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning A New Arrival. Welcome And Entertain Them All!

The Same Wind That Uproots Trees Makes The Grass Shine. The Lordly Wind Loves The Weakness And The Lowness Of Grasses. Never Brag Of Being Strong. The Axe Doesn't Worry How Thick The Branches Are. It Cuts Them To Pieces. But Not The Leaves. It Leaves The Leaves Alone.

Body Of Earth, Don't Talk Of Earth Tell The Story Of Pure Mirrors The Creator Has Given You This Splendor-- Why Talk Of Anything Else?

Do You Know What You Are? You Are A Manuscript Oƒ A Divine Letter. You Are A Mirror Reflecting A Noble Face. This Universe Is Not Outside Of You. Look Inside Yourself; Everything That You Want, You Are Already That.