Flowers Every Night Blossom In

Truth Lifts The Heart, Like Water Refreshes Thirst.

If All You Can Do Is Crawl, Start Crawling.

Neither This Body Am I, Nor Soul, Nor These Fleeting Images Passing By, Nor Concepts And Thoughts, Mental Images, Nor Yet Sentiments And The Psyche's Labyrinth. Who Then Am I? A Consciousness Without Origin, Not Born In Time, Nor Begotten Here Below. I Am That Which Was, Is And Ever Shall Be, A Jewel In The Crown Of The Divine Self, A Star In The Firmament Of The Luminous One.

There Is A Voice That Doesn’t Use Words. Listen.

From The Moment You Entered This World Of Existence, A Ladder Was Put In Front Of You So You Could Escape.