Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams. And it is well you should.
The hidden well spring of your soul needs to rise and run murmering to the sea; And the treasures of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Say not,`I have found the truth,' but rather, `I have found a truth.' Say not,`I have found the path of the soul.' Say rather, `I have met the soul walking upon my path.' For the soul walks along all paths. The soul walks not apon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
