There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread

I Have Lived On The Lip Of Insanity, Wanting To Know Reasons, Knocking On A Door. It Opens. I've Been Knocking From The Inside.

Open The Window Of Your Heart And Let The Spirit Speak

Hear From The Heart Wordless Mysteries.

Be Watchful - The Grace Of God Appears Suddenly. It Comes Without Warning To An Open Heart.

I Am Pure Light, Not Just A Fistful Of Clay. The Shell Is Not Me, I Came As The Royal Pearl Within. Look At Me Not With Outward Eye But With Inward Vision Of The Heart; Follow Me There And See How Unencumbered We Become.