To Find The Beloved, You Must Become

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

Your Acts Of Kindness Are Iridescent Wings Of Divine Love, Which Linger And Continue To Uplift Others Long After Your Sharing.

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.