What? Are You Still Pretending You Are

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.

Hall Of Love Has Ten Thousand Swords. Don't Be Afraid To Use One.

That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call It To Your Arms Where It Can Change.

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.

You Live In My Heart Where No One Sees You But I Do. That Vision Becomes This Art.