Whoever Travels Without A Guide,

Wings Of Love Long Only To Fly Away From All Directions.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

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.

A Shadow Cannot Ignore The Sun That All Day Creates And Moves It.

The Satiated Person And The Hungry One Do Not See The Same Thing When They Look Upon A Loaf Of Bread.