Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn.

The Spirit And The Body Carry Different Loads And Require Different Attentions. Too Often We Put The Saddlebags On Jesus And Let The Donkey Run Loose In The Pasture.

When Love Is Not Accepted Move On; When Love Is Not Appreciated Walk Away; Hopefully Time Will Teach What Real, True Love Is.

My Place Is The Placeless, My Trace Is The Traceless ; 'tis Neither Body Nor Soul, For I Belong To The Soul Of The Beloved. I Have Put Duality Away, I Have Seen That The Two Worlds Are One; One I Seek, One I Know, One I See, One I Call.

True Beauty Is A Ray That Springs From The Sacred Depths Of The Soul, And Illuminates The Body, Just As Life Springs From The Kernel Of A Stone And Gives Colour And Scent To A Flower.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.