Words Are Timeless. You Should

I Said To Life, I Would Hear Death Speak. And Life Raised Her Voice A Little Higher And Said, You Hear Him Now.

Tears Have Cleansed My Eyes, And Errors Have Taught Me The Language Of The Hearts.

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

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.

Give And Take... For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain If Life And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Is A Need And An Ecstasy.