There Is A Place Where Words Are

Those Who Are Pure In Heart Achieve God-consciousness; They Are Truly And Actually Aware Of God At The Center Of Their Being (their Heart). These Sanctified Individuals Are Said To Be Possessors Of The Heart.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

In This Earth, In This Immaculate Field, We Shall Not Plant Any Seeds Except For Compassion, Except For Love.

When I Run After What I Think I Want, My Days Are A Furnace Of Stress And Anxiety; If I Sit In My Own Place Of Patience, What I Need Flows To Me, And Without Pain. From This I Understand That What I Want Also Wants Me, Is Looking For Me And Attracting Me. There Is A Great Secret Here For Anyone Who Can Grasp It.

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.