You Fill Yourself With The Sharp Pain

You Think Of Yourself As A Citizen Of The Universe. You Think You Belong To This World Of Dust And Matter. Out Of This Dust You Have Created A Personal Image, And Have Forgotten About The Essence Of Your True Origin

Brother, Stand The Pain. Escape The Poison Of Your Impulses. The Sky Will Bow To Your Beauty, If You Do. Learn To Light The Candle. Rise With The Sun. Turn Away From The Cave Of Your Sleeping. That Way A Thorn Expands To A Rose.

Take Someone Who Doesn't Keep Score, Who's Not Looking To Be Richer, Or Afraid Of Losing, Who Has Not The Slightest Interest Even In His Own Personality: He's Free.

I Said, O Love, Tell Me This: Does The Lord Know You Are Treating Me This Way? Love Said To Me, Yes He Does, Just Be Totally… Totally… Silent

If You Dig A Pit For Others To Fall Into, You Will Fall Into It Yourself.