Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe!

You Are The Mirror Of Divine Beauty.

When You See Anyone Complaining Of Such And Such A Person's Ill-nature And Bad Temper, Know That The Complainant Is Bad-tempered, Forasmuch As He Speaks Ill Of That Bad-tempered Person, Because He Alone Is Good-tempered Who Is Quietly Forbearing Towards The Bad-tempered And Ill-natured.

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

Every Object And Being In The Universe Is A Jar Overflowing With Wisdom And Beauty,a Drop Of The Tigris That Cannot Be Contained By Any Skin. Every Jarful Spills And Makes The Earth More Shining, As Though Covered In Satin... Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It. It Will Turn To Gold. Resurrection Will Be Now. Every Moment, A New Beauty.

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.