I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.
When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.
O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.
It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you
The soul lives there in the silent breath.
The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.