Michael J. Tamura
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“For it is from love that we are born. And to love that we must return. This is the journey of the soul we call Life.”
― You Are the Answer: Discovering and Fulfilling Your Soul's Purpose
― You Are the Answer: Discovering and Fulfilling Your Soul's Purpose
“It is not in accomplishing something of greatness that you gain your worth. It is in realizing the true worth within you that everything you do becomes of great value.”
― You Are the Answer: Discovering and Fulfilling Your Soul's Purpose
― You Are the Answer: Discovering and Fulfilling Your Soul's Purpose
“For it is from love that we are born. And to love that we must return. This is the journey of the soul we call Life.”
― You Are the Answer: Discovering and Fulfilling Your Soul's Purpose
― You Are the Answer: Discovering and Fulfilling Your Soul's Purpose
“It is not in accomplishing something of greatness that you gain your worth. It is in realizing the true worth within you that everything you do becomes of great value.”
― You Are the Answer: Discovering and Fulfilling Your Soul's Purpose
― You Are the Answer: Discovering and Fulfilling Your Soul's Purpose
“When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy.
When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song.
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.
When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king.
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.”
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When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song.
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.
When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king.
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.”
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