The Heart Is Like A Candle, Longing

I Love Myself...i Love You. I Love You...i Love Myself.

I Am So Small I Can Hardly Be Seen. How Can This Great Love Be Inside Me? Look At Your Eyes. They Are Small, But They See Enormous Things.

The Intellectual Quest Is Exquisite Like Pearls And Coral, But It Is Not The Same As The Spiritual Quest. The Spiritual Quest Is On Another Level Altogether, Spiritual Wine Has A Subtler Taste. The Intellect And The Senses Investigate Cause And Effect. The Spiritual Seeker Surrenders To The Wonder.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

In Our Hearts There Burns A Fire... That Burns All Veils To Their Root And Foundation When Those Veils Have Been Burned Away Then The Heart Will Understand Completely. Ancient Love Will Unfold Ever-fresh Forms In The Heart Of The Spirit, In The Core Of The Heart.