O soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
The end is the beginning of all things, suppressed and hidden, awaiting to be released through the rhythm of pain and pleasure… Pain itself destroys pain. Suffering itself frees man from suffering.
All ups and downs help you to find a balance in your being. No more ups and downs, but bliss, joy, silence and gratitude.
Rain clouds come floating in, not to muddy my days ahead, but to make me calm, happy and hopeful.
There is a higher court than courts of justice and that is the court of conscience. It supersedes all other courts.
As a camel beareth labour, and heat, and hunger, and thirst, through deserts of sand, and fainteth not; so the fortitude of a man shall sustain him through all perils.
