Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.
Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.
Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?
War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.
Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.