Imagine a ceaselessly renewed stream of loving light pulsating from the Source--that's you.

Do you grow straight up like a redwood to the sunin choosing your heart and not list like a weed in the wind to the fads of the day?

When Love alightsFear falls unsoundFolds into naughtThus never was The way Truth taught

Are our lives like car-worn rutsIn the face of the groundCreated through habitual useAnd so set in place that they dictateAn unalterable course of drudgery,Complaints, and same 'ol same 'ol,Which if bucked threatens our security?That is one long sentence, isn't it?You can change it.