I Am In The House Of Mercy,

Be Patient, Even If Every Possibility Seems Closed.

In The Silence Between Your Heartbeat Bides A Summons. Do You Hear It? Name It If You Must, Or Leave It Forever Nameless, But Why Pretend It Is Not There?

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same. Every Wonderful Sight Will Vanish, Every Sweet Word Will Fade, But Do Not Be Disheartened, The Source They Come From Is Eternal, Growing, Branching Out, Giving New Life And New Joy. Why Do You Weep? The Source Is Within You And This Whole World Is Springing Up From It.

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.