Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.

Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

To become spiritual, you must die to self, and come alive in the Lord. Only then will the mysteries of God fall from your lips. To die to self through self-discipline causes suffering but brings you everlasting life.

They say 'He cannot be found'. Something that cannot be 'found' is what I desire.

Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?

I'm dominated by Love, By my passion of love for Love