In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are

Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I Chose Love.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

I Am Merely A Guest, Born In This World To Know The Secrets That Lie Beyond It.

Half-heartedne Ss Doesn't Reach Into Majesty.