Knowest Thou Not The Beauty Of Thine

Christian, Jew, Muslim, Shaman, Zoroastrian, Stone, Ground, Mountain, River, Each Has A Secret Way Of Being With The Mystery, Unique And Not To Be Judged.

What A Joy, To Travel The Way Of The Heart

There Is Something To Be Said For Anyone Who Sits Alone With Dignity And Silently Begs For God.

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.