Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As

And If One Of Our Instruments Breaks, It Doesn't Matter. We Have Fallen Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.

The Heart Is Cooking A Pot Of Food For You. Be Patient Until It Is Cooked

All Is Known In The Sacredness Of Silence.

Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light. Rid Yourself Of Material Needs And Be Set Free.