Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

The Only Lasting Beauty Is The Beauty Of The Heart

I Am Yours. Don't Give Myself Back To Me.

When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The Night Sky, Climb Up On The Roof And Dance And Say, Like This?

Love Is Such A Vast Sea, It Has Neither Edges Nor Ends Nor Corners.