You have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood Come merge with me leave this world of ignorance
Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
You think the shadow is the substance.
The Heart of the matter is Soul, nothing else.
As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.