This special writing complementing Guy's talk of November 21st, 2004, contains hidden treasures that hint at an entirely new way of living.

A battle is waged In the deep of me, An epic struggle 'Tween sand and sea, Where one resists The other, so free... Yet, no loss or gain Marks Eternity.

Who struggles to find a way "in" Without a sense of being left "out?" Who searches for new confidence, That isn't filled with lingering doubt? Who could resent another's joy That doesn't feel unjustly denied? And who chases what glitters in life, That isn't dull or tarnished inside?...

If all things are means, Then means are the end, Our pleasures and pains But a river's bend; So flow, flow on my soul, Let go . . . once again.

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...

I do not have to be better than you have made me, For you have created me in your image And there is perfection in this promise. But I do have to bear what you would make of me, If I wish to know my maker. Perhaps the greatest, yet least understood spiritual secret in the World is that being what I am is what it takes to make me better; Because only within what I am Is what **...

Within one thought Are ten thousand things, An endless array Of Golden Rings Touching one another, As Love does Lover... Rising to joy upon Heaven's wings.

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

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.

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

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,...

If you know the content of your own heart ... If you can be consciously aware of this condition ... Then you not only know the secret contents Of the heart of everyone else you meet, But you also know that there is no difference Between you and all of these "others" In the realization of this undivided life You are given the Grace of knowing That God is one ... And that each one...