Go To The Well Of Deep Love

The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To Find A Home Somewhere That Is Not A Where.

In Every Religion There Is Love, Yet Love Has No Religion.

With Passion Pray. With Passion Make Love. With Passion Eat And Drink And Dance And Play. Why Look Like A Dead Fish In This Ocean Of God?

Why Should I Stay At The Bottom Of A Well, When A Strong Rope Is In My Hand?

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.