All That You Think Is Rain Is

Every Need Brings What's Needed. Pain Bears Its Cure Like A Child. Having Nothing Produces Provisions. Ask A Difficult Question, And The Marvelous Answer Appears.

Embark On The Journey Of Love. It Takes You From Yourself To Yourself.

If All The Harps In The World Were Burned Down, Still Inside The Heart There Will Be Hidden Music Playing.

Love Will Find Its Way Through All Languages On Its Own.

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.