If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same.

You Know What Love Is? It Is All Kindness, Generosity.

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

Love Is The Water Of Life, Jump Into This Water.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.