Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your

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

I Lost My Hat While Gazing At The Moon, And Then I Lost My Mind.

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.

I Hear A Drum In My Soul's Ear Coming From The Depth Of The Stars.

We Are Born Of Love. Love Is Our Mother.