In Real Existence There Is Only Unity.

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

What Hurts You, Blesses You. Darkness Is Your Candle.

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.

Because The Beloved Wants To Know, Unseen Things Become Manifest. Hiding Is The Hidden Purpose Of Creation.

Behead Yourself!... Dissolve Your Whole Body Into Vision: Become Seeing, Seeing, Seeing!