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Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?

My Religion Is To Be Alive From Love.

A Soul Which Is Not Clothed With The Inner Garment Of Love Should Be Ashamed Of Its Existence.

The Quieter We Become, The More We Can Hear.

I Honor Those Who Try To Rid Themselves Of Any Lying, Who Empty The Self And Have Only Clear Being There.