The Lion Is Most Handsome When Looking

Let Us Carve Gems Out Of Our Stony Hearts And Let Them Light Our Path To Love.

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.

But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity, And Let Those Be The Wings That Lift And Soar Through The Celestial Spheres.

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

Keep Digging Your Well. Water Is There Somewhere.