O Seeker, Pain And Suffering Make One

I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste Death. But Only Some Will Taste Life.

What Is The Heart? A Flower Opening.

All Religions, All This Singing, One Song. The Differences Are Just Illusion And Vanity. The Sun’s Light Looks A Little Different On This Wall Than It Does On That Wall, And A Lot Different On This Other One, But It’s Still One Light.

The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be Clear, So You Can Discern The Ugly From The Beautiful.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.