Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.
Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.
When you are dead, seek for your resting place not in the earth, but in the hearts of men.
Why set your heart on a piece ofearth,seek out the source which shines forever.
You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.
You cannot learn about Love, LOVE appears on the wings of grace.