Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.
No more words. Hear only the voice within.
Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
There is an original inside me.
Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy
Whatever you are looking for can only be found inside of you.