If Words Come Out Of The Heart,

Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise Is To Find Escape From The Flame Of Separateness.

Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light. Rid Yourself Of Material Needs And Be Set Free.

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

On The Way There Is No Harder Pass Than This: Fortunate Is He Who Does Not Carry Envy As A Companion.

I Never Really Cared For The Things Of This World. It Was The Glow Of Your Presence That Filled It With Beauty.