Our task . . . Is to prepare a Vessel to be filled, And not . . . To fill an imagined vessel with what we dream it has been prepared for. The former begins by the light of inner work, fueled by an awakening faith. The latter has its beginning in the darkness of spiritual sleep; its inertia sustained by the machinations of self-centered considerations. The New Vessel is built to ho...

Whoever I am, Whatever you see is As nothing at all, Save what Love has made me.

A thousand flames, But one Fire, A thousand hearts, But one Desire. A thousand journeys, But one Path, A thousand conclusions, But One Math. A thousand sorrows, But one Night, A thousand insights, But one Light. A thousand branches, But one Tree, A thousand lovers, But one Thee.

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.

There is a storehouse of Sanity, A vault of Love, A treasure of Kindness, All bursting at their seams. Can't you feel the pressure To just be Light? Don't the walls of your heart Ache to break loose and open The floodgates of Freedom? You have riches untold, But have lost the map to the upper regions of yourself Where you are always overflowing. So, forget this world with i...