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...

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.

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.

We are creatures of the outside. We know as real only the movement from without to within; From hand to mouth, we exist. Yet, Real life is inside...out. The Christ is before the world. His Light precedes the letters that spell His name. His Life is to the thoughts and ideas about Him as is... The fusion of the sun to the light it generates. And when the inner Sun stirs... ...M...

He reads the Great Truths in order to resonate... To have his heart sound out the soothing tones      of Timeless Light Captured in the printed word upon each page. What are such words other than invisible Truths      made visible... The ineffable made tangible to nourish hungry hearts? Such sentiments caught on paper may be Either a window or a door -- a passage or an impasse...