The End Of All Wisdom Is Love,

In The Heart's Cavity, The Sole Brahman As An Ever-persisting 'i' Shines Direct In The Form Of The Self. Into The Heart Enter Thyself, With Mind In Search Or In Deeper Plunge. Or By Restraint Of Life-movement Be Firmly Poised In The Self.

The End Of All Wisdom Is Love, Love, Love.

The Place Where Even The Slightest Trace Of The 'i' Does Not Exist, Alone Is Self.

There Is No Greater Mystery Than This, That We Keep Seeking Reality Though In Fact We Are Reality.

The State Of Self-realization, As We Call It, Is Not Attaining Something New Or Reaching Some Goal Which Is Far Away, But Simply Being That Which You Always Are And Which You Always Have Been.