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We Are As The Flute, And The Music In Us Is From Thee; We Are As The Mountain And The Echo In Us Is From Thee.

Clean Out Your Ears, Don't Listen For What You Already Know.

Be With Those Who Help Your Being. Don't Sit With Indifferent People, Whose Breath Comes Cold Out Of Their Mouths.

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.