"He wrote to her...
Much of what you believe to be True is Not... much of what brings you pleasure in Truth is Not.... when tenderness and sweetness enter your heart, sorrow and death sleep in your bed... as such is the world of Samsara in which you are trapped. All fleeting loves are subservient to that permanent Love of All. That which brings us joy is but a mask of sorrow... which hides our shame from ourselves."
Much of what you believe to be True is Not... much of what brings you pleasure in Truth is Not.... when tenderness and sweetness enter your heart, sorrow and death sleep in your bed... as such is the world of Samsara in which you are trapped. All fleeting loves are subservient to that permanent Love of All. That which brings us joy is but a mask of sorrow... which hides our shame from ourselves."
~ Roberto Flores
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Namaste.