Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light.

I Am Bewildered By The Magnificence Of Your Beauty; And Wish To See You With A Hundred Eyes . . . I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

You Are As You Are, An Indescribable Message On The Air.

When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame, Abandoned By A Fantasy. …people Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

You Already Have The Precious Mixture That Will Make You Well. Use It.