Life Is Balance Of Holding On And

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

Cease Looking For Flowers! There Blooms A Garden In Your Own Home. While You Look For Trinkets The Treasure House Awaits You In Your Own Being.

Stars Burn Clear All Night Till Dawn. Do That Yourself, And A Spring Will Rise In The Dark With Water Your Deepest Thirst Is For.

Students Of Cunning Have Consumed Their Hearts And Learned Only Tricks; They've Thrown Away Real Riches: Patience, Self-sacrifice, Generosity. Rich Thought Opens The Way.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.