To Find The Beloved, You Must Become

Let The Beauty Of What You Love Be What You Do.

You Already Have The Precious Mixture That Will Make You Well. Use It.

This Is How I Would Die Into The Love I Have For You: As Pieces Of Cloud Dissolve In Sunlight.

God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart, Where They Wait Silently For Discovery.

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain. Good And Bad Are Mixed. If You Don't Have Both, You Don't Belong With Us.