Everything Has To Do With Loving And

Woman Is A Ray Of God. She Is Not That Earthly Beloved: She Is Creative, Not Created.

When I Die, I Shall Soar With Angels, And When I Die To The Angels, What I Shall Become You Cannot Imagine.

Silence Is The Root Of Everything. If You Spiral Into Its Void A Hundred Voices Will Thunder Messages You Long To Hear.

Oh Soul, You Worry Too Much. You Have Seen Your Own Strength. You Have Seen Your Own Beauty. You Have Seen Your Golden Wings. Of Anything Less, Why Do You Worry? You Are In Truth The Soul, Of The Soul, Of The Soul.

Whether You Love God Or You Love A Human Being, If You Love Enough You Will Come Into The Presence Of Love Itself.