We Are Born Of Love. Love Is

Sometimes You Hear A Voice Through The Door Calling You... This Turning Toward What You Deeply Love Saves You.

Intellect In Its Effort To Explain Love Got Stuck In The Mud Like An Ass. Love Alone Could Explain Love And Loving.

Every Prophet And Every Saint Has A Way, But All Lead To God. All Ways Are Really One.

If You Desire Healing, Let Yourself Fall Ill Let Yourself Fall Ill.

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.