Body Is Not Veiled From Soul, Neither

The Breeze At Dawn Has Secrets To Tell You. Don't Go Back To Sleep.

Plant The Love Of The Holy Ones Within Your Spirit; Don't Give Your Heart To Anything, But The Love Of Those Whose Hearts Are Glad.

There Is A Light Seed Grain Inside. You Fill It With Yourself, Or It Dies.

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?

Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/ Look For The Remedy Inside The Pain/ Because The Rose Came From The Thorn/ And The Ruby Came From A Stone.