We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward

There Goes A River Dragging An Ocean Behind It.

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary Is Inside You.

In The Silence Between Your Heartbeat Bides A Summons. Do You Hear It? Name It If You Must, Or Leave It Forever Nameless, But Why Pretend It Is Not There?

A Seeker Of Truth Looks Beyond The Apparent And Contemplates The Hidden.