No One Knows What Makes The Soul

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.

Your Acts Of Kindness Are Iridescent Wings Of Divine Love, Which Linger And Continue To Uplift Others Long After Your Sharing.

Your Spirit Is Mingled With Mine What Touches You, Touches Me.

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

This Mirror Inside Me Shows. I Can’t Say What, But I Can’t Not Know. I Run From Body. I Run From Spirit. I Do Not Belong Anywhere.