I Am The Glorious Sun,

Many Of The Faults You See In Others, Dear Reader, Are Your Own Nature Reflected In Them.

One Day You Will Take Me Completely Out Of Myself, I'll Do What The Angels Cannot Do. Your Eyelash Will Write On My Cheek The Poem That Hasn't Been Thought Of.

If We Come To Sleep We Are His Drowsy Ones And If We Come To Wake We Are In His Hands If We Come To Weeping We Are His Cloud Full Of Raindrops And If We Come To Laughing We Are His Lightning In That Moment If We Come To Anger And Battle It Is The Reflection Of His Wrath And If We Come To Peace And Pardon It Is The Reflection Of His Love Who Are We In This Complicated World?

Thinking Gives Off Smoke To Prove The Existence Of Fire. A Mystic Sits Inside The Burning. There Are Wonderful Shapes In Rising Smoke That Imagination Loves To Watch. But It's A Mistake To Leave The Fire For That Filmy Sight. Stay Here At The Flame's Core.

Be Certain That In The Religion Of Love There Are No Believers And Unbelievers. Love Embraces All.