Whoever Travels Without A Guide, Needs Two

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

If Words Come Out Of The Heart, They Will Enter The Heart.

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Strange Pull Of What You Really Love. It Will Not Lead You Astray.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.