I Am Willing To Walk Toward, And

If We Only Knew How Many Times Our Seemingly Clever Comment Cut Straight Into The Heart Of The Person With Whom We Have Just Spoken, It Is We Who Would Bleed.

Who You Really Are, Your True Nature, Is No More Tied To The Kind Of Person You've Been Than The Wind Is Tied To The Skies Through Which It Moves. Your Past Is Just That, The Past, A Place Within Your Psyche With No More Reality To It Than A Picture Of A Castle On A Postcard Is Made From Stone. You Have A Destination Far Beyond Where You Find Yourself Standing Today.

Within The Human Being There Exists Both The Needful And The Needed. You Know That The Needful Exists In You. Your Own Dissatisfaction Tells You So. But You Believe The Needed Is Somewhere Outside Of You.

False Life Is Exhausting; Real Life Is Inexhaustible.

Being Anxious, Or In A Painful Rush Of Any Kind, Kills The Possibility Of Meeting Anyone With Compassion