You Believe God Is Not There, But

Wash The Dust From Your Soul And Heart With Wisdom's Water.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

I Was Dead, Then Alive. Weeping, Then Laughing. The Power Of Love Came Into Me, And I Became Fierce Like A Lion, Then Tender Like The Evening Star.

In Things Spiritual, There Is No Partition, No Number, No Individuals. How Sweet Is The Oneness-unearth The Treasure Of Unity.

Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking. Live In Silence.