There Are No Edges To My Loving

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

Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now We Are Beings Of Light, Radiating Love.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

If Thou Wilt Be Observant And Vigilant, Thou Wilt See At Every Moment The Response To Thy Action. Be Observant If Thou Wouldst Have A Pure Heart, For Something Is Born To Thee In Consequence Of Every Action.