Death Most Resembles A Prophet

No Man Can Reveal To You Aught But That Which Already Lies Half Asleep In The Dawning Of Your Knowledge. The Teacher Who Walks In The Shadow Of The Temple, Among His Followers, Gives Not Of His Wisdom But Rather Of His Faith And His Lovingness. If He Is Indeed Wise He Does Not Bid You Enter The House Of His Wisdom, But Rather Leads You To The Threshold Of Your Own Mind.

When We Oppose The Hidden Conscience, It Does Us Hurt. When We Betray It, It Judges Us.

Yesterday Is But Today's Memory, And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream.

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness

And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.