Grace Comes To Forgive And Then Forgive

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Hear.

Wisdom Tells Us We Are Not Worthy; Love Tells Us We Are. My Life Flows Between The Two.

How Do I Know Who I Am Or Where I Am? How Could A Single Wave Locate Itself In An Ocean.