The Glance Of Love Is

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

If You Want Money More Than Anything, You'll Be Bought And Sold Your Whole Life.

Sit Quietly And Listen For A Voice That Will Say, "be More Silent." As That Happens, Your Soul Starts To Revive.

The Ripe Fignow That You Live Here In My Chest,anywhere We Sit Is A Mountaintop.and Those Other Images,which Have Enchanted Peoplelike Porcelain Dolls From China,which Have Made Men And Women Weepfor Centuries, Even Those Have Changed Now.what Used To Be Pain Is A Lovely Benchwhere We Can Rest Under The Roses.a Left Hand Has Become A Right.a Dark Wall, A Window.a Cushion In A Shoe Heel,the Leader Of The Community!now Silence. What We Sayis Poison To Someand Nourishing To Others.what We Say Is A Ripe Fig,but Not Every Bird That Flieseats Figs.

All Your Anxiety Is Because Of Your Desire For Harmony. Seek Disharmony, Then You Will Gain Peace.