Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.

From the moment you entered this world of existence, a ladder was put in front of you so you could escape.

I wonder from these thousand of "me's", which one am I? Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice I am completely filled with the thought of you. Don't lay broken glass on my path I will crush it into dust. I am nothing, just a mirror in the palm of your hand, reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger. If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower I will pitch my tent in your shadow. Only your presence revives my withered heart. You are the candle that lights the whole world and I am an empty vessel for your light. Rumi - "Hidden Music

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.