There are as many paths as there are breaths of the children of Adam, and when we fully make that commitment to plunge into the mystery, we all get glimpses each in our own way of how the consciousness can continue on in time….

Sometimes you sit under the shade of a tree, sometimes you walk in the desert.  Be always a passerby, for this is not home.”

But yet there are other times when life is so beautiful, new creatures whirl into existence with every light beam, dancing on your face, every thought blossoms into a lovely flower. I look at my wife my sister, my pets, the few possessions I have or talk with the few souls really close to mine in this life, the places where I like to eat pizza and maybe I drawn into the silent siren call of illusion, but life seems such a thing of beauty.

I was day dreaming or lost somewhere and I didn’t even know where I was for a bit, but when I came to I saw a baby and his mother and pop just all sharing a laugh.  How beautiful….

Even in the intense sorrow that is the burning away of the self, there is happiness in there.  The burning, the pain the affirmation is the return call from the beloved searing the sign of a promise on the heart. It is so surreal to see ones parents getting older, to see oneself getting older.

Every effort is required to walk along a path that is as narrow as the edge of a sword. Two cannot walk together, for it is the journey of the soul back to the Source, an offering of our own unique self back to the Creator. Within the group the seeker is given immense support, but there comes the time when any external support becomes a limitation, and one must continue alone. Even in the midst of family life and surrounded by loving friends, one finds oneself so deeply alone that it is like being in an empty desert with only the sound of the wind howling. Such inner states totally overshadow external circumstances. It is only when we are totally alone that we find Him in our hearts. It is such an intimate relationship that there is no space for anything else.  Llewelyn Vaughan Lee

To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

…Kahlil Gibran