Be Silent. That Heart Speaks Without Tongue

Beyond Ideas, There's A Field. Will You Meet Me There?

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

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning Is A New Arrival. A Joy, A Depression, A Meanness, Some Momentary Awareness Comes As An Unexpected Visitor...welcome And Entertain Them All. Treat Each Guest Honorably. The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In. Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

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

The Fault Is In The One Who Blames. Spirit Sees Nothing To Criticize.