Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colours, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
The blossom of love will make the air fragrant; the river of love will murmur along the valleys; and every bird, beast and child will sing the song of love.
Life should be full of colours! And each colour is meant to be seen and enjoyed separately, for if seen all mixed together, they will appear all black. Similarly, in life, different roles played by the same person should exist peacefully and distinctly inside him. Lift your spirit with the joy of colour.
Just don’t seek from another or you’ll be far estranged from Self. I now go on alone meeting it everywhere, it now is just what I am; I now am not it. You must comprehend in this way to merge with thus-ness.
Open yourself, create free space; release the bound one from his bonds! Like a newborn child, freed from the womb, be free to move on every path!
