Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not

There Is No Way Into Presence Except Through A Love Exchange.

I Said: What About My Eyes? God Said: Keep Them On The Road. I Said: What About My Passion? God Said: Keep It Burning. I Said: What About My Heart? God Said: Tell Me What You Hold Inside It? I Said: Pain And Sorrow? He Said: Stay With It. The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

Your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.

Let A Thousand Wrangling Desires Become One Love.

Beauty And Love Are As Body And Soul. Beauty Is The Mine, Love Is The Diamond. They Have Together Since The Beginning Of Time- Side By Side, Step By Step.