So Many Religions, So Many Paths To

As A Piece Of Rope, When Burnt, Retains Its Form, But Cannot Serve To Bind, So Is The Ego Which Is Burnt By The Fire Of Supreme Knowledge.

More Are The Names Of God And Infinite Are The Forms Through Which He May Be Approached. In Whatever Name And Form You Worship Him, Through Them You Will Realise Him.

When The Fruit Appears The Blossom Drops Off. Love Of God Is The Fruit, And Rituals Are The Blossom.

Honour Both Spirit And Form, The Sentiment Within As Well As The Symbol Without.

The Winds Of God's Grace Are Always Blowing, It Is For Us To Raise Our Sails.