No One Looks Back And

Kill The Cow Of Your Ego As Quickly As You Can, So That Your Inner Spirit Can Come To Life And Attain True Awareness.

A Thief Loves The Night. I Am Day. I Reveal Essences.

If You Are Irritated By Every Rub, How Will Your Mirror Be Polished?

All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.

When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame, Abandoned By A Fantasy. …people Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.