Our Death Is Our Wedding

Knowledge That Is Acquired Is Not Like This. Those Who Have It Worry If Audiences Like It Or Not. It's A Bait For Popularity. Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul... The Only Real Customer Is God. Chew Quietly Your Sweet Sugarcane God-love, And Stay Playfully Childish.

Let Yourself Be Gently Pulled By The Deeper Desire Of What You Want.

Hardship May Dishearten At First, But Every Hardship Passes Away. All Despair Is Followed By Hope; All Darkness Is Followed By Sunshine.

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

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.