In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

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

Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.

Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.

Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.