I Am Your God

  The room grows darker, lights off, time to pray. I get up from my seat, to kneel on the ground. When my hands meet each other, the Voice reaches my heart saying, “I am your God.”   Silents prayers are the best. Silent tears even better. I am on fire, my soul taken up…

Little Flowers of Love

All of hatred, gossip, jealousy… will have to stop somewhere and it stops with me.   Whatever negative comes into me, I soak it in let it cross over and I turn in into nothingness.   And from that, Love springs like a new plant, and that’s what I pass on. Little flowers of love.