The Cure For Pain Is In The

I Can't Stop Pointing To The Beauty. Every Moment And Place Says, 'put This Design In Your Carpet!'

I Was A Thorn Rushing To Be With A Rose, Vinegar Blending With Honey… Then I Found Some Dirt To Make An Ointment That Would Honor My Soul… Love Says, “you Are Right, But Don’t Claim These Changes. Remember, I Am Wind. You Are An Ember I Ignite.

Behead Yourself!... Dissolve Your Whole Body Into Vision: Become Seeing, Seeing, Seeing!

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.

Why Struggle To Open A Door Between Us When The Whole Wall Is An Illusion?