The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be

You Are More Valuable Than Both Heaven And Earth. What Else Can I Say? You Don’t Know Your Own Worth.

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.

If You Look Too Closely At The Form, You Miss The Essence.

Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

The Spiritual Path Wrecks The Body And Afterwards Restores It To Health. It Destroys The House To Unearth The Treasure, And With That Treasure Builds It Better Than Before.