All That You Think Is

I Am A Bird Of God's Garden And I Do Not Belong To This Dusty World For A Day Or Two They Have Put Me Here In This Cage Of My Own Body I Did Not Come Here Of My Own I Will Not Return Of My Own To My Own Country.

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary Is Inside You.

Humble Living Does Not Diminish. It Fills. Going Back To A Simpler Self Gives Wisdom.

Infinite Mercy Flows Continually But You're Asleep And Can't See It.