The Images We Create Could

Each Moment From All Sides Rushes To Us The Call To Love. We Are Running To Contemplate Its Vast Green Field. Do You Want To Come With Us?

The Spiritual Path Wrecks The Body And Afterwards Restores It To Health. It Destroys The House To Unearth The Treasure, And With That Treasure Builds It Better Than Before.

One Drop Of That Ocean Is Hope, And The Rest Is Fear.

There Are Many Ways To The Divine. I Have Chosen The Ways Of Song, Dance, And Laughter.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.