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Peaceful Is The One Who Is Not Concerned With Having More Or Less.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

In Every Religion There Is Love, Yet Love Has No Religion.

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.

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.