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.

Finding faults is for those with tired minds.

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.

When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.

Your longing for ME is my message to you, All your attempts to reach ME, Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.