Stop Learning. Start Knowing

We Are All The Same Listen To The Reeds As They Sway Apart; Hear Them Speak Of Lost Friends. At Birth, You Were Cut From Your Bed, Crying And Grasping In Separation. Everyone Listens, Knowing Your Song. You Yearn For Others Who Know Your Name, And The Words To Your Lament. We Are All The Same, All The Same, Longing To Find Our Way Back; Back To The One, Back To The Only One.

Life S Picture Is Constantly Undergoing Change. The Spirit Beholds A New World Every Moment.

No One Can Tell If I’m Laughing Or Weeping. I Wonder Myself.

There Is No Salvation For The Soul But To Fall In Love.

There Is A Loneliness More Precious Than Life. There Is A Freedom More Precious Than The World. Infinitely More Precious Than Life And The World Is That Moment When One Is Alone With God.