I Have Been A Seeker And I

Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul.

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.

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.

Work In The Invisible World At Least As Hard As You Do In The Visible.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape. Walk Out Like Someone Suddenly Born Into Color. Do It Now.