Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden

You Have Been Hiding So Long Aimlessly Drifting In The Sea Of My Love Even So You Have Always Been Connected To Me Connected, Revealed In The Known In The Unmanifest I Am Life Itself

Be Like A Tree And Let The Dead Leaves Drop.

Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now We Are Beings Of Light, Radiating Love.

Purify Yourself From The Attributes Of Self, So That You May See Your Own Pure, Untarnished Essence.

Ignore Those That Make You Fearful And Sad, That Degrade You Back Towards Disease And Death.