You Are The Bows From Which Your

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?

The Chemist Who Can Extract From His Heart's Elements Compassion, Respect, Longing, Patience, Regret, Surprise, And Forgiveness And Compound Them Into One Can Create That Atom Which Is Called Love

Remember That Divinity Is The True Self Of Man. It Cannot Be Sold For Gold; Neither Can It Be Heaped Up As Are The Riches Of The World Today. The Rich Man Has Cast Off His Divinity, And Has Clung To His Gold. And The Young Today Have Forsaken Their Divinity And Pursue Self-indulgence And Pleasure.

Your Joy Can Fill You Only As Deeply As Your Sorrow Has Carved You.

And Now You Ask In Your Heart, ‘how Shall We Distinguish That Which Is Good In Pleasure From That Which Is Not Good?’ Go To Your Fields And Your Gardens, And You Shall Learn That It Is The Pleasure Of The Bee To Gather Honey Of The Flower, But It Is Also The Pleasure Of The Flower To Yield Its Honey To The Bee. For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain Of Life, And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love, And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Of Pleasure Is A Need And An Ecstasy. * People Of Orphalese, Be In Your Pleasures Like The Flowers And The Bees.