Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary

Grief Can Be The Garden Of Compassion. If You Keep Your Heart Open Through Everything, Your Pain Can Become Your Greatest Ally In Your Life's Search For Love And Wisdom.

Swim Out Of Your Little Pond.

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.

What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting In Hell At The Bottom Of The Dark, We're Afraid Of Our Own Immortality.

Learn To Recognize The False Dawn From The True; Distinguish The Color Of The Wine From The Color Of The Cup. Then It May Be That Patience And Time May Produce, Out Of The Spectrum-viewing Sight, True Vision, And You Will Behold Colors Other Than These Mortal Hues, You Will See Pearls Instead Of Stones. Pearls, Did I Say? Nay More, You Will Become A Sea, You Will Become A Sun Traveling The Sky.