Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

All Things In This Creation Exist Within You And All Things In You Exist In Creation; There Is No Border Between You And The Closest Things, And There Is No Distance Between You And The Farthest Things, And All Things, From The Lowest To The Loftiest, From The Smallest To The Greatest, Are Within You As Equal Things.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?

It Is Not The Image You Would See Nor The Song You Would Hear, But Rather An Image You See Though You Close Your Eyes And A Song You Hear Though You Shut Your Ears.

Love That Does Not Renew Itself Every Day Becomes A Habit And In Turn A Slavery.