Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another
You believe God is not there, but He is, Hidden in the secret of the divine mystery
You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion
What a Joy, to travel the way of the heart
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
You and I have spoken all these words, but for the way we have to go,words are no preparation. I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean