The Wound Is The Place Where The

The Spirit And The Body Carry Different Loads And Require Different Attentions. Too Often We Put The Saddlebags On Jesus And Let The Donkey Run Loose In The Pasture.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.

Make My Heart, O Heart Of The Universe, A Divine Bird That Nests Only On The Throne Of God.

Let The Beauty We Love Do What We Do.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.