Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart

Let The Beauty We Love Do What We Do.

I Am An Ark In The Swift Flood Of Time, And My Companions, A Fellowship. Who Throws In With Us Sails Into Light.

Every Midwife Knows That Not Until A Mother’s Womb Softens From The Pain Of Labor Will A Way Unfold And The Infant Find That Opening To Be Born. Oh Friend! There Is Treasure In Your Heart, It Is Heavy With Child. Listen. All The Awakened Ones, Like Trusted Midwives Are Saying, 'welcome This Pain. It Opens The Dark Passage Of Grace.

A Life Without Love Isn’t A Life.

Be Certain That In The Religion Of Love There Are No Believers And Unbelievers. Love Embraces All.