Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now

The Spirit And The Body Carry Different Loads And Require Different Attentions. Too Often We Put The Saddlebags On Jesus And Let The Donkey Run Loose In The Pasture.

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.

Why Are You Knocking At Every Door ? Go, Knock At The Door Of Your Own Heart.

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.

Don't Regret What's Happened. If It's In The Past, Let It Go. Don't Even Remember It!