A Life Without Love Isn’t A Life.

To Become Spiritual, You Must Die To Self, And Come Alive In The Lord. Only Then Will The Mysteries Of God Fall From Your Lips. To Die To Self Through Self-discipline Causes Suffering But Brings You Everlasting Life.

You Transform All Those Who Are Touched By You.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

How Will You Know The Difficulties Of Being Human, If You Are Always Flying Off To Blue Perfection? Where Will You Plant Your Grief Seeds? Workers Need Ground To Scrape And Hoe, Not The Sky Of Unspecified Desire.

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Springwater Or Take In Sunset Like A Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep.