Where Lowland Is, That's Where Water Goes.

Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your Arms Are Heavy With Treasures Of All Kinds.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water.

Today, Like Every Other Day, We Wake Up Empty And Frightened. Don't Open The Door To The Study And Begin Reading. Take Down The Dulcimer. Let The Beauty We Love Be What We Do. There Are Hundreds Of Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground.

Beg Of God The Removal Of Envy, That God May Deliver You From Externals, And Bestow Upon You An Inward Occupation, Which Will Absorb You So That Your Attention Is Not Drawn Away.