The Desire To Know Your Own Soul

Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Nightand Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him

Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That Rose Is Telling Of The Secrets Of The Universal.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire.

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.

Whatever Purifies You Is The Right Path, I Will Not Try To Define It.