There are two ways of passing from this world – one in light, and one in darkness. When one passes in light he does not come back but when one passes in darkness he returns.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
Know God and all fetters will fall ways. No longer identifying yourself with the body, go beyond birth and death. All your desires will be fulfilled in him who is One without a second
Be more humble than a blade of grass, more tolerant than a tree, always offering respect onto others and never expecting any in return.
Sweet be the glances we exchange, our faces showing true concord; Enshrine me in your heart and let one spirit dwell within us.
