Always Check Your Inner State

You Think The Shadow Is The Substance.

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

There Is Some Kiss We Want With The Whole Of Our Lives.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Every Object, Every Being...is A Jar Full Of Delight.