Set Your Life On Fire.

Would You Become A Pilgrim On The Road Of Love? The First Condition Is That You Make Yourself Humble As Dust And Ashes.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

We Alchemists Look For Talent That Can Heat Up And Change. Lukewarm Won't Do. Halfhearted Holding Back, Well-enough Getting By? Not Here.

If You Could Get Rid Of Yourself Just Once, The Secret Of Secrets Would Open To You. The Face Of The Unknown, Hidden Beyond The Universe Would Appear On The Mirror Of Your Perception.

O Seeker, Pain And Suffering Make One Aware Of God.