The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To

If You Are Wholly Perplexed And In Straits, Have Patience, For Patience Is The Key To Joy.

Poems Reach Up Like Spindrift And The Edge Of Driftwood Along The Beach, Wanting! They Derive From A Slow And Powerful Root That We Can’t See. Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

I Belong To The Beloved. Have Seen The Two Worlds As One And That One Call To And Know. ...first, Last, Outer, Inner, Only That Breath Breathing. Human Being.

The Ego Is A Veil Between Humans And God’.” “in Prayer All Are Equal.

Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window