Love Cannot Be Described. It

Although You See The Pit, You Cannot Avoid It.

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.

For Years, Copying Other People, I Tried To Know Myself. From Within, I Couldn't Decide What To Do. Unable To See, I Heard My Name Being Called. Then I Walked Outside.

Are You Searching For Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Own Prison.

This Is Enough Was Always True. We Just Haven't Seen It.