...one Cannot Lodge In If.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, Shaman, Zoroastrian, Stone, Ground, Mountain, River, Each Has A Secret Way Of Being With The Mystery, Unique And Not To Be Judged.

You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle Me. Each Drop Of My Blood Cries Out To The Earth. We Are Partners, Blended As One.

The Intellectual Quest, Though Fine As Pearl Or Coral, Is Not The Spiritual Search. That Spiritual Search Is On Another Level. Spiritual Wine Is A Different Substance.

Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel Of My Being Is In Full Bloom.

Submit To A Daily Practice. Your Loyalty To That Is A Ring At The Door. Keep Knocking, And The Joy Inside Will Eventually Open A Window And Look Out To See Who's There.