Your Kindness Cannot Be Said. You Open

Very Little Grows On Jagged Rock. Be Ground. Be Crumbled, So Wildflowers Will Come Up Where You Are.

I Never Really Cared For The Things Of This World. It Was The Glow Of Your Presence That Filled It With Beauty.

Look At The Moon In The Sky, Not The One In The Lake.

There Comes A Holy And Transparent Time When Every Touch Of Beauty Opens The Heart To Tears. This Is The Time The Beloved Of Heaven Is Brought Tenderly On Earth. This Is The Time Of The Opening Of The Rose.

Kindle In Thy Heart The Flame Of Love.