You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

There Is A Field Beyond All Notions Of Right And Wrong. Come, Meet Me There.

Always Search For Your Innermost Nature In Those You Are With, As Rose Oil Imbibes From Roses.

Do You Pay Regular Visits To Yourself? Start Now.

I Was Dead, Then Alive. Weeping, Then Laughing. The Power Of Love Came Into Me, And I Became Fierce Like A Lion, Then Tender Like The Evening Star.

Lovers Think They Are Looking For Each Other, But There Is Only One Search: Wandering This World Is Wandering That, Both Inside One Transparent Sky. In Here There Is No Dogma And No Heresy.