What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.

In Things Spiritual, There Is No Partition, No Number, No Individuals. How Sweet Is The Oneness-unearth The Treasure Of Unity.

Stay In The Spiritual Fire. Let It Cook You.

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.