The Only Thing That Will Keep You

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.

When You Eventually See Through The Veils To How Things Really Are, You Will Keep Saying Again And Again, This Is Certainly Not Like We Thought It Was.

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.

Wisdom Tells Us We Are Not Worthy; Love Tells Us We Are. My Life Flows Between The Two.

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.