Life Is The Mistress To

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

Those Who Give You A Serpent When You Ask For A Fish, May Have Nothing But Serpents To Give.

God Has Placed In Each Soul An Apostle To Lead Us Upon The Illumined Path. Yet Many Seek Life From Without, Unaware That Is Within Them.

They Tell Me: If You See A Slave Sleeping, Do Not Wake Him Lest He Be Dreaming Of Freedom. I Tell Them: If You See A Slave Sleeping, Wake Him And Explain To Him Freedom.

Like The Ocean Is Your God-self; It Remains For Ever Undefiled. And Like The Ether It Lifts But The Winged. Even Like The Sun Is Your God-self; It Knows Not The Ways Of The Mole Nor Seeks It The Holes Of The Serpent. But Your God-self Does Not Dwell Alone In Your Being. Much In You Is Still Man, And Much In You Is Not Yet Man, But A Shapeless Pigmy That Walks Asleep In The Mist Searching For Its Own Awakening.