Love, The Life-giving Garden Of This World.

Know, Son, That Everything In The Universe Is A Pitcher Brimming With Wisdom And Beauty, The Universe Is A Drop Of The 'tigris Of His Beauty, This Beauty Was A Hidden Treasure So Full It Burst Open And Made The Earth More Radiant Than The Heavens.

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain.

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.

The Miracle Of Jesus Is Himself, Not What He Said Or Did About The Future. Forget The Future. I'd Worship Someone Who Could Do That.

O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be Here, Be Now, Be All – Worlds Dissolve Into Your Stainless Endless Radiance, Frail Living Leaves Burn With Your Brighter Than Cold Stares – Make Me Your Servant, Your Breath, Your Core.