Neither this body am I, nor soul, Nor these fleeting images passing by, Nor concepts and thoughts, mental images, Nor yet sentiments and the psyche's labyrinth. Who then am I? A consciousness without origin, Not born in time, nor begotten here below. I am that which was, is and ever shall be, A jewel in the crown of the Divine Self, A star in the firmament of the luminous One.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.

Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.

Lamps are different, but light is the same.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?