There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.

There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.

The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.