Mount The Stallion Of Love And Do

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.

Your Way Begins At The Other Side. Become The Sky.

Humankind Is Being Led Along An Evolving Course, Through This Migration Of Intelligences, And Though We Seem To Be Sleeping, There Is An Inner Wakefulness That Directs The Dream, And That Will Eventually Startle Us Back To The Truth.

Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is Pain.

Hear From The Heart Wordless Mysteries.