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Stop, Open Up, Surrender The Beloved Blind Silence. Stay There Until You See You're Looking At The Light With Infinite Eyes.

Weep Like The Waterwheel, That Green Herbs May Spring Up From The Courtyard Of Your Soul. If You Wish For Tears, Have Mercy On One Who Sheds Tears; If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

There Is A Life-force Within Your Soul, Seek That Life. There Is A Gem In The Mountain Of Your Body, Seek That Mine. O Traveller, If You Are In Search Of That Don't Look Outside, Look Inside Yourself And Seek That.