Awe Is The Salve That Will Heal

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

I Am Pure Light, Not Just A Fistful Of Clay. The Shell Is Not Me, I Came As The Royal Pearl Within. Look At Me Not With Outward Eye But With Inward Vision Of The Heart; Follow Me There And See How Unencumbered We Become.

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

We Must Die To Become True Human Beings.

Your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.