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Are You Searching For The River Of Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Prison. Leave The Stream And Join The River That Flows Into The Ocean.

No More Words. Hear Only The Voice Within.

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.

We Cannot Steal The Fire. We Must Enter It.

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.