Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without

Your Breath Touched My Soul And I Saw Beyond All Limits.

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

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.

Trust Means You're Ready To Risk What You Currently Have.

If You Are Seeking, Seek Us With Joy For We Live In The Kingdom Of Joy. Do Not Give Your Heart To Anything Else But To The Love Of Those Who Are Clear Joy, Do Not Stray Into The Neighborhood Of Despair. For There Are Hopes: They Are Real, They Exist – Do Not Go In The Direction Of Darkness – I Tell You: Suns Exist.