Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide With The Morrow.

Say Not, 'i Have Found The Truth,' But Rather, 'i Have Found A Truth.' Say Not, ' I Have Found The Path Of The Soul.' Say Rather, 'i Have Met The Soul Walking Upon My Path.' For The Soul Walks Upon All Paths. The Soul Walks Not Upon A Line, Neither Does It Grow Like A Reed. The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

You Shall Not Dwell In Tombs Made By The Dead For The Living.