This Is How I Would Die Into

Love Will Find Its Way Through All Languages On Its Own.

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.

The World Is A Mirror, An Imaging Of Love's Perfection.

Passion Is Present When A Man Can Distinguish Between The Wine And The Container. Two Men See A Loaf Of Bread. One Hasn't Eaten Anything For Ten Days. The Other Has Eaten Five Times A Day, Every Day. He Sees The Shape Of The Loaf. The Other Man With His Urgent Need Sees Inside Into The Taste, And Into The Nourishment The Bread Could Give. Be That Hungry, To See Within All Beings The Friend.

Turning Toward What You Deeply Love Saves You