The Rose's Rarest Essence Lives In The

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.

The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What To Ignore.

When You Eventually See Through The Veils To How Things Really Are, You Will Keep Saying Again And Again, This Is Certainly Not Like We Thought It Was.

In Real Existence There Is Only Unity.

I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.