O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.

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

Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?

Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?

Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.

Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.