He Who Does Not Prefer Exile To

For That Which Is Boundless In You Abides In The Mansion Of The Sky, Whose Door Is The Morning Mist, And Whose Windows Are The Songs And The Silences Of Night.

In One Drop Of Water Are Found All The Secrets Of All The Oceans; In One Aspect Of You Are Found All The Aspects Of Existence.

In Battling Evil, Excess Is Good; For He Who Is Moderate In Announcing The Truth Is Presenting Half-truth. He Conceals The Other Half Out Of Fear Of People's Wrath.

I Sit Between My Brother The Mountain And My Sister The Sea. We Three Are One In Loneliness, And The Love That Binds Us Together Is Deep And Strong And Strange.

I Love You, My Brother, Whoever You Are - Whether You Worship In A Church, Kneel In Your Temple, Or Pray In Your Mosque. You And I Are Children Of One Faith, For The Diverse Paths Of Religion Are Fingers Of The Loving Hand Of The One Supreme Being, A Hand Extended To All, Offering Completeness Of Spirit To All, Eager To Receive All.