This Mirror Inside Me Shows. I Can’t

Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It.

Many Prayers Are Declined Because Of The Rank Odor Of A Corrupt Heart, Rising Through The Beautiful Words. Let The Words Be Wrong But The Meaning Right. . . . That Flawed Utterance Is Dearer To God!

Your Task Is Not To Seek For Love, But Merely To Seek And Find All The Barriers Within Yourself That You Have Built Against It.

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.