Whoever Has Heart's Doors Wide

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

I Looked In Temples Churches And Mosques. But I Found The Divine Within My Heart.

If Your Eyes Are Opened, You'll See The Things Worth Seeing.

Finding Faults Is For Those With Tired Minds.

And Watch Two Men Washing Clothes, One Makes Dry Clothes Wet. The Other Makes Wet Clothes Dry. They Seem To Be Thwarting Each Other, But Their Work Is A Perfect Harmony. Every Holy Person Seems To Have A Different Doctrine And Practice, But There's Really Only One Work.