In Each Moment The Fire Rages, It

I Am Sunlight Slicing The Dark.

Innumerable Changes Of Moods Are Yours, And They Are Uncontrolled By You. If You Knew Their Origin, You Would Be Able To Dominate Them. If You Cannot Localize Your Own Changes, How Can You Localize That Which Formed You?

There Is A Light Seed Grain Inside. You Fill It With Yourself, Or It Dies.

There Is A Candle In Your Heart, Ready To Be Kindled.

To Praise The Sun Is To Praise Your Own Eyes.