Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.

It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.