Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your

What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That, When Spring Arrives, It Should Not Be Annihilated For A Tree To Arrive.

What You Are Seeking Is Also Seeking You.

The Soul Which Cannot Endure Fire And Smoke Won't Find The Secret.

I Am Filled With You. Skin, Blood, Bone, Brain, And Soul. There's No Room For Lack Of Trust, Or Trust. Nothing In This Existence But That Existence.

With Each Passing Moment, A Soul Sets Off To Find Itself.