A Lifetime Without Love Is Of No

A Strange Passion Is Moving In My Head My Heart Has Become A Bird Which Searches In The Sky. Every Part Of Me Goes In Different Directions. Is It Really So That The One I Love Is Everywhere?

Those Doing Soul Work, Who Want The Searing Truth More Than Solace Or Applause, Know Each Other Right Away. Those Who Want Something Else Turn And Take A Seat In Another Room. Soul-makers Find Each Other’s Company.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.

Nothing Is Meaningful Except Surrendering To Love. Do It.

If Words Come Out Of The Heart, They Will Enter The Heart.