The Fault Is In The One Who

To Me Nothing In The World Is As Precious As A Genuine Smile, Especially From A Child.

I Honor Those Who Try To Rid Themselves Of Any Lying, Who Empty The Self And Have Only Clear Being There.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

Your Kindness Cannot Be Said. You Open Doors In The Sky. You Ease The Heart And Make God's Qualities Visible.

Although I May Try To Describe Love, When I Experience It, I Am Speechless.