Know Then That The Body Is Merely

Everything You Possess Of Skill, And Wealth, And Handicraft, Wasn't It First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It.

Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

If You Want What Visible Reality Can Give, You Are An Employee. If You Want The Unseen World You Are Not Living With Your Truth. Both Wishes Are Foolish, But You'll Be Forgiven For Forgetting That What You Really Want Is Loves Confusing Joy.