You Had Better Run From Me. My

Forget The Future. I'd Worship Someone Who Could Do That.

Paradise Is Surrounded By What We Dislike; The Fires Of Hell Are Surrounded By What We Desire.

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.

Find The Sweetness In Your Own Heart, Then You May Find The Sweetness In Every Heart.

There's Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness.