Contain All Human Faces In Your Own

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

You Are Not Your Body; You Are The Eye. When You See The Spirit, You Are Free Of The Body. A Human Being Is An Eye – The Rest Is Just Flesh And Bones. Whatever Your Eye Sees, You Are That.

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

Disharmony Prevails When You Confuse Lust With Love, While The Distance Between The Two Is Endless!