You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind

It's Your Road & Yours Alone. Others May Walk It With You, But No One Can Walk It For You

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

The Unseen Presence Keeps Saying To Us, ‘you Are Joy!’

If You Knew Yourself For Even One Moment, If You Could Just Glimpse Your Most Beautiful Face, Maybe You Wouldn’t Slumber So Deeply In That House Of Clay. Why Not Move Into Your House Of Joy And Shine Into Every Crevice! For You Are The Secret Treasure-bearer, And Always Have Been. Didn’t You Know?

Whatever Purifies You Is The Correct Road.