This Being Human Is A Guest House.

Travel Brings Power And Love Back Into Your Life.

Your Heart Mirrors Not His Love, Rusty With Your Sins It Is, Remove This Rust And You Shall Perceive How Glorious He Is.

Physical Existence Is So Cramped.we Grow Old And Bent Over Like Embryos.nine Months Passes;it Is Time To Be Born. The Lamb Wants To Graze Green Daylight. There Are Ways Of Being Born Twice,of Coming To Where You Fly,not Individually Like Birds, But As The Sun Moves With His Bride,sincerity.

There Is A Morning Inside You Waiting To Burst Open Into Light.

Loosen The Bonds Of Avarice From Your Hands And Neck.