Tis Easy To Break An Idol, Very

Contain All Human Faces In Your Own Without Any Judgment Of Them

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call It To Your Arms Where It Can Change.

When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.