Think of suffering as being washed.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

Think of suffering as being washed.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

Light will someday split you open