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Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.
The soul of music is of the spirit, and her mind is of the heart.
The song of the bird awakens man from his slumber and invites him to join in the psalms of glory to eternal wisdom that
has created the song of the bird.
Shall man be even as foam that sits an instant on the ocean's face and is taken by the passing breeze-and is no more?
No, in truth, for the verity of life is life; life whose birth is not in the womb nor its end in death.
Happiness begins in the holy of holies of the spirit, and comes not from without.
I was, and I am. So shall I be to the end of time. For I am without end.
It is your tranquil silence that unveils the secret of ever wakeful spirits; For day is a turbulent clamour wherin souls
lie beneath the sharp hooves of ambition and desire.
My Soul Counselled Me
My soul spoke unto me and counselled me to love all that others hate, and to befriend those whom others defame.
My soul counselled me and revealed unto me that love dignifies not alone the one who loves, but also the beloved. Unto
that day love was for me a thread of cobweb between two flowers, close to one another; But now it has become a halo with neither
beginning nor end, encircling all that has been and waxing eternaly to embrace all that shall be.
My soul counselled me and charged me to listen for voices that rise neither from the tongue nor the throat. Before that
day I heard but dully, and naught save clamour and loud cries came to my ears; But now I have learned to listen to silence,
to hear its choirs singing the songs of ages, chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity.
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