For What Is Prayer But The Expansion

Yes, There Is A Nirvanah; It Is Leading Your Sheep To A Green Pasture, And In Putting Your Child To Sleep, And In Writing The Last Line Of Your Poem

She Danced The Dance Of Flames And Fire, And The Dance Of Swords And Spears; She Danced The Dance Of Stars And The Dance Of Space, And Then She Danced The Dance Of Flowers In The Wind.

I Love You, My Brother, Whoever You Are - Whether You Worship In A Church, Kneel In Your Temple, Or Pray In Your Mosque. You And I Are Children Of One Faith, For The Diverse Paths Of Religion Are Fingers Of The Loving Hand Of The One Supreme Being, A Hand Extended To All, Offering Completeness Of Spirit To All, Eager To Receive All.

Your Life Is An Island Separated From All Other Islands And Continents. Regardless Of How Many Boats You Send To Other Shores Or How Many Ships Arrive Upon Your Shores, You Yourself Are An Island Separated By Its Own Pains, Secluded In Its Happiness

You Are Far, Far Greater Than You Know - And All Is Well.