Our Death Is Our Wedding With Eternity.

Except For Love, Nothing You See Will Remain Forever.

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

Everything Is Emptiness. Everything Else, Accidental. Emptiness Brings Peace To Your Loving. Everything Else, Disease. In This World Of Trickery, Emptiness Is What Your Soul Wants.

Rub Your Eyes, And Look Again At Love, With Love.