Today, Let Us Swim Wildly, Joyously In

Regard A King As Someone Unconcerned With Kingship.

Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky; Peace In The Infinite, At Peace Am I.

Know That A Word Suddenly Shot From The Tongue Is Like An Arrow Shot From The Bow. Son, That Arrow Won't Turn Back On Its Way; You Must Damn The Torrent At Its Source.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.

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.