The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.

The world is a mirror, an imaging of Love's perfection.

For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.

If the spiritual universe and the way to it were shown, No one would remain in this world for a single moment.

Dance until you shatter yourself.

Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.

If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?