In Things Spiritual, There Is

You Are A Lover Of Your Own Experience ... Not Of Me ... You Turn To Me To Feel Ur Own Emotion

Body Of Earth, Don't Talk Of Earth Tell The Story Of Pure Mirrors The Creator Has Given You This Splendor-- Why Talk Of Anything Else?

Nothing I Say Can Explain To You Divine Love Yet All Of Creation Cannot Seem To Stop Talking About It.

Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul. Go On. Get Drunk.

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.