In Silence There Is Eloquence.

Everything Is Soul And Flowering.

You Are A Lover Of Your Own Experience ... Not Of Me ... You Turn To Me To Feel Ur Own Emotion

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.

What You Have Despised In Yourself As A Thorn Opens Into A Rose.

I Profess The Religion Of Love, Love Is My Religion And My Faith. My Mother Is Love My Father Is Love My Prophet Is Love My God Is Love I Am A Child Of Love I Have Come Only To Speak Of Love.