What Is The Body? That Shadow Of

God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart, Where They Wait Silently For Discovery.

Love Is A Mirror. In It You See Nothing Except Your Reflection. You See Nothing Except Your Real Face.

Wherever Water Flows, Life Flourishes: Wherever Tears Fall, Divine Mercy Is Shown.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits Except In Your Mind. Its Presence Is More Beautiful Than The Stars With More Clarity Than The Polished Mirror Of Your Heart.

Yesterday Was Glory And Joy. Today, A Blackened Burn Everywhere. On The Record Of My Life, These Two Days Will Be Put Down As One