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.

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

No prayer is complete without presence.

Behead yourself!... Dissolve your whole body into Vision: become seeing, seeing, seeing!

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. …People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.