The Whole Business Of Love Is To

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.

Soul, A Moving River. Body, The Riverbed.

Be Certain That In The Religion Of Love There Are No Believers And Unbelievers. Love Embraces All.

Who Gets Up Early To Discover The Moment Light Begins?

Let Yourself Be Gently Pulled By The Deeper Desire Of What You Want.