There Is None Dwelling In The House

Live Life As If Its Rigged In Your Favor.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

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

There Is No Way Into Presence Except Through A Love Exchange.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.