I Am A Child Whose Teacher Is

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

Know That A Word Suddenly Shot From The Tongue Is Like An Arrow Shot From The Bow. Son, That Arrow Won't Turn Back On Its Way; You Must Damn The Torrent At Its Source.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning Is A New Arrival. A Joy, A Depression, A Meanness, Some Momentary Awareness Comes As An Unexpected Visitor...welcome And Entertain Them All. Treat Each Guest Honorably. The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In. Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

The Heart Is Like A Candle, Longing To Be Lit!