Last Night I Learned How To Be

To Love Is To Reach God.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

The Real Beloved Is That One Who Is Unique, Who Is Your Beginning And Your End.

The Life Of This World Is Nothing But The Harmony Of Opposites

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself