Your hearts know in silence, the secrets of the days and nights.
But your ears can 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 finger, the naked body of your dreams.
And it is well you should.
The hidden well spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea.
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be not scales to weigh our 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 soul walking upon my path,” For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a seed.
The soul unfolds itself, like the lotus of countless petals.
Emerging From The Dark Night 