From The Distance You Only

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

Your Spirit Is Mingled With Mine What Touches You, Touches Me.

In Their Seeking, Wisdom And Madness Are One And The Same. On The Path Of Love, Friend And Stranger Are One And The Same.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning Is A New Arrival. A Joy, A Depression, A Meanness, Some Momentary Awareness Comes As An Unexpected Visitor...welcome And Entertain Them All. Treat Each Guest Honorably. The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In. Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.