The Lamps Are Different, But The Light

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .

Whether One Moves Slowly Or With Speed, The One Who Is A Seeker Will Be A Finder.

Always Search For Your Innermost Nature In Those You Are With, As Rose Oil Imbibes From Roses.

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?