Once we were particles of Light, now we are Beings of Light, radiating Love.

The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

I can sense your presence in my Heart although you belong to all the world.

We are even higher than the heavens, we are greater than angels; Why should we not transcend both? Our lodging-place is Majesty.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.