I have been bent and broken$$$ but$$$ I hope$$$ into a better shape.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one$$$ and I look at it$$$ until it begins to shine.

The soul should always stand ajar$$$ ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

The lovely flowers embarrass me.They make me regret I am not a bee.

Till I loved I never lived.

Much madness is divinest sense$$$ to a discerning eye....

God is indeed a jealous God<br/>He cannot bear to see<br/>That we had rather not with Him<br/>But with each other play.

Water$$$ is taught by thirst.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed: 'Consider the Lilies.'

The spirit looks upon the Dust<br/>That fastened it so long<br/>With indignation$$$<br/>As a Bird<br/>Defrauded of it's Song.