The one who looks to me for strength, Is not without my own, The one who calls on me for peace, Finds quietude is sown, The one who reaches for my hand, Will never walk alone, The one who comes to me for love, His heart is made my Home.
Before I dream may I hope for you. Before I long may I reach for you. Before I judge may I listen to you. Before I rush may I rest with you. Before I shout may I call on you. Before I doubt may I hear from you. Before I brag may I point to you. Before I fear may I trust in you. Before I act may I remember you... So that in these things, in all I do, It is not I that am first,...
And I saw a vision of a gleaming white castle with a narrow footpath leading up to its great white gates. This walkway -- extending out from the gates as far as the eye could see -- was so worn that it appeared to the eye as a kind of cut-mark several feet deep. And when I asked a nearby angel as to the nature of this Bright Place -- and why the path leading up to it was so well-worn, she repl...
We are, at our innermost core, instruments of the Divine... And the Divine is the Absolute: the total potential realms of all that is Light and Dark. We are unique creatures in the secret Essence of this unending expanse because not only are we the living instruments of all possible reflections along with their corresponding intonations, but we may know that we "sing " these colors; we may...
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...
Cycling of vanity with life-in-vain goes on until you see the cost of a self-filling self. Then you commence on the good work of giving yourself up.