Until The Juice Ferments A While In

God Looks Not At Your Form, Nor At Your Deeds, But At Your Heart.

We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour Faces.

You Knock At The Door Of Reality. You Shake Your Thought Wings, Loosen Your Shoulders, And Open.

Don't See Yourself As A Body Of Clay; See Yourself As A Mirror Reflecting The Divine Beauty.

In Our Hearts There Burns A Fire... That Burns All Veils To Their Root And Foundation When Those Veils Have Been Burned Away Then The Heart Will Understand Completely. Ancient Love Will Unfold Ever-fresh Forms In The Heart Of The Spirit, In The Core Of The Heart.