There Is Someone Who Looks After Us

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.

Your Body Is Away From Me, But There Is A Window Open From My Heart To Yours.

Stop Looking For Something Out There And Begin Seeing Within.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

Silence Gives Answers.