You Wake From Dreams Of Doom And--for

This Accidental Meeting Of Possibilities Calls Itself I. I Ask: What Am I Doing Here? And, At Once, This I Becomes Unreal.

In A Dream I Walked With God Through The Deep Places Of Creation; Past Walls That Receded And Gates That Opened Through Hall After Hall Of Silence, Darkness And Refreshment--the Dwelling Place Of Souls Acquainted With Light And Warmth--until, Around Me, Was An Infinity Into Which We All Flowed Together And Lived Anew, Like The Rings Made By Raindrops Falling Upon Wide Expanses Of Calm Dark Waters.

The More Faithfully You Listen To The Voices Within You, The Better You Will Hear What Is Sounding Outside.

At Some Moment I Did Answer "yes" To Someone Or Something. And From That Hour On I Was Certain That Existence Is Meaningful.

Is Life So Wretched? Isn't It Rather Your Hands Which Are Too Small, Your Vision Which Is Muddled? You Are The One Who Must Grow Up.