The Mind Says There Is

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

I Am The Glorious Sun, The Ocean Laden With Pearls. Within My Heart Is The Grandeur Of Heaven.

For Those Who Realize That Everything Is From God, Everything Is The Same.

Your Thoughts Are A Veil On The Face Of The Moon. That Moon Is Your Heart, And Those Thoughts Cover Your Heart. So Let Them Go, Just Let Them Fall Into The Water.

Listen. Make A Way For Yourself Inside Yourself. Stop Looking In The Other Way Of Looking.