In Each Moment The Fire Rages, It

When One Sense Perceives The Hidden, The Invisible World Becomes Apparent To The Whole.

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same.

Love Is The Common Denominator That Unites All People Whatever Religion They Are.