This Mirror Inside Me Shows. I Can’t

Remember. The Way You Make Love Is The Way God Will Be With You.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning Is A New Arrival. A Joy, A Depression, A Meanness, Some Momentary Awareness Comes As An Unexpected Visitor...welcome And Entertain Them All. Treat Each Guest Honorably. The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In. Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

The Eternal Looked Upon Me For A Moment With His Eye Of Power, And Annihilated Me In His Being, And Become Manifest To Me In His Essence. I Saw I Existed Through Him.

Listen To The Unstruck Sounds, And What Sifts Through That Music.

Look At Love With The Eyes Of Your Heart.