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If you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles.
Rather look about you and you shall see God playing with your children.

That which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and
reap with thanksgiving.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. Therefore, let [your soul] direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.

All things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

"Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though
they quiver with the same music.