Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully Tasting All The Delights. But Reason Frowns, Disapproving Of The Heart's Bad Manners.

There Is A Field Beyond All Notions Of Right And Wrong. Come, Meet Me There.

Travel Brings Power And Love Back Into Your Life.

Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul. Go On. Get Drunk.