Poverty Is Not For The Sake Of

Do Not Feel Lonely, The Entire Universe Is Inside You.

Show Me Anger And I Will Show You 'hurt'. Show Me Hurt And I Will Show You 'love'. Peel The Layers If You Care!

Listen To Presences Inside Poems, Let Them Take You Where They Will. Follow Those Private Hints, And Never Leave The Premises.

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.

Beg Of God The Removal Of Envy, That God May Deliver You From Externals, And Bestow Upon You An Inward Occupation, Which Will Absorb You So That Your Attention Is Not Drawn Away.