When You Are Born, Your Work Is

You Often Say, "i Would Give, But Only To The Deserving." The Trees In Your Orchard Say Not So, Nor The Flocks In Your Pasture. They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

All Things In This Creation Exist Within You And All Things In You Exist In Creation; There Is No Border Between You And The Closest Things, And There Is No Distance Between You And The Farthest Things, And All Things, From The Lowest To The Loftiest, From The Smallest To The Greatest, Are Within You As Equal Things.

Behind The Veil Of Each Night, There Is A Smilling Dawn.

In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song.

Let Ignorance Reproduce Itself Until It Is Weary Of Its Own Offspring.