Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.

Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.