Be A Helpful Friend, And

Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your Arms Are Heavy With Treasures Of All Kinds.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.

Know That A Word Suddenly Shot From The Tongue Is Like An Arrow Shot From The Bow. Son, That Arrow Won't Turn Back On Its Way; You Must Damn The Torrent At Its Source.

Let Go Of Your Mind And Then Be Mindful. Close Your Ears And Listen!

Purify Yourself From The Attributes Of Self, So That You May See Your Own Pure, Untarnished Essence.