Once we were particles of Light, now we are Beings of Light, radiating Love.
You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion
Wisdom is like the rain. Its source is limitless, but it comes down according to the season.
I am so close, I may look distant.
Tis easy to break an idol, very easy: to regard the self as easy to subdue is folly, folly.
There is an original inside me.