I Lost Everything I Have, Found Myself.

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .

There Is An Original Inside Me.

Stay With Friends Who Support You In These. Talk With Them About Sacred Texts, And How You Are Doing, And How They Are Doing, And Keep Your Practices Together.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning A New Arrival. Welcome And Entertain Them All!