When I Die, I Shall Soar With

Christian, Jew, Muslim, Shaman, Zoroastrian, Stone, Ground, Mountain, River, Each Has A Secret Way Of Being With The Mystery, Unique And Not To Be Judged.

Without Love, All Worship Is A Burden, All Dancing Is A Chore, All Music Is Mere Noise.

They Say 'he Cannot Be Found'. Something That Cannot Be 'found' Is What I Desire.

When The World Pushes You To Your Knees, You're In The Perfect Position To Pray.

When It's Cold And Raining,you Are More Beautiful.and The Snow Brings Meeven Closer To Your Lipsthe Inner Secret, That Which Was Never Born,you Are That Freshness, And I Am With You Now.i Can't Explain The Goings,or The Comings. You Enter Suddenly,and I Am Nowhere Again.inside The Majesty