Every Morning Is Like A New Reincarnation

The Source Of Wisdom And Power, Of Love And Beauty, Is Within Ourselves, But Not Within Our Egos. It Is Within Our Consciousness. Indeed, Its Presence Provides Us With A Conscious Contrast Which Enables Us To Speak Of The Ego As If It Were Something Different And Apart: It Is The True Self Whereas The Ego Is Only An Illusion Of The Mind.

The Artist Must Raise The Cup Of His Vision Aloft To The Gods In The High Hope That They Will Pour Into It The Sweet Mellow Wine Of Inspiration.

Outwardly One's Life May Suffer Every Kind Of Limitation, From Bodily Paralysis To Miserable Surroundings, But Inwardly It Is Free In Meditation To Reach Out To A Sphere Of Light, Beauty, Truth, Love, And Power.

When Spiritual Seeking Becomes Too Complicated, Its Exercies Too Elaborated, Its Doctrines Too Esoteric, It Becomes Also Too Artificial And The Resulting Achievements Too Fabricated. It Is The Beginners And Intermediates Who Carry This Heavy And Unnecessary Burden, Who Involve Themselves To The Point Of Becoming Neurotics.

That Deep Silence Has A Melody Of Its Own, A Sweetness Unknown Amid The Harsh Discords Of The World's Sounds.