Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really 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?
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.
I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.
The day is conscious of itself.