Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts

He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is Higher Than The Angels; He Whose Lust Overcomes His Intelligence Is Less Than An Animal.

Loosen The Bonds Of Avarice From Your Hands And Neck.

Fling Me Across The Fabric Of Time And The Seas Of Space. Make Me Nothing And From Nothing-everything.

Don't Look For Love, Look For The One Looking For Love.

Those Doing Soul Work, Who Want The Searing Truth More Than Solace Or Applause, Know Each Other Right Away. Those Who Want Something Else Turn And Take A Seat In Another Room. Soul-makers Find Each Other’s Company.