My mind is not noisy with desires Lord
and my heart has satisfied its longing. I do not care about religion... or anything that is not you. I have soothed and quieted my soul, like a child at its mother's breast. My soul is as peaceful as a child sleeping in its mother's arms.
Out Of a great need We are all holding hands And climbing. Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.
The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to pu
