The Core Of The Seen And Unseen

Deep In The Heart Every Mystery Of Spirit Is Hidden.

I Am Sunlight Slicing The Dark.

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.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.