The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

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.

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.

Thirst Drove Me Down To The Water Where I Drank The Moon's Reflection.

Love Is The Way Messengers From The Mystery Tell Us Things

God Turns You From One Feeling To Another And Teaches By Means Of Opposites So That You Will Have Two Wings To Fly, Not One.