Eternity is a circle, a serpent that swallows its own tail.
The art of detection is finding a common denominator for the fractions of a case.
I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.
Only in the stillness of detachment can the soul yield up her secrets.
There is no death where the inner light shines, irradiating the fields of the within -- the beyond -- the unattainable attainment. You know where to find me.
Watch for the high tides of yourself and flow up with them; when the inevitable low tides come, either rest or meditate. You cannot escape rhythm. You transcend it by working with it.