An ant, Outside, Looking in Upon a window Pain! "I can't," It cried, "Find a way To get beyond this Plane."...

Life will fill Whatever you empty... And whatever you fill, Life will empty. That's the code; The hidden conduct of contentment Wrapped in mystery, Filled with contradiction. No sense in trying to save yourself By holding out; Nothing you have held onto Has filled the hole, has it? Then be hollow. Let the winds of change Play you instead of punish you. Give it away!...

Some take the high road. Some take the low road. Some take the road with friends and family. Others take it alone. Some travel with clowns and animals. Some take only walking shoes. Some take the road with guru and saint, While others take the road with drunks. Some walk the road so slowly as to stand still, Even as some sprint toward a finish line as if it's in sight. Some...

Not through consideration, but in good Conscience, and not by evidence of the senses, but within solitude and silence should we weigh those matters concerning the care of our soul. For unconscious conspiracy rules the masses and its thought forms, though easily apprehended and comforting in nature, betray and blind the Spirit that unaware takes these views as Her own.