In The Silence Of Love You Will

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.

Whoever Is Sitting With Friends Is In The Midst Of A Flower Garden, Though He May Be In The Fire. Whoever Sits With An Enemy Is In The Fire, Even Though He Is In The Midst Of A Garden.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

Stop Acting So Small. You Are The Universe In Ecstatic Motion.

I Once Had A Thousand Desires. But In My One Desire To Know You All Else Melted Away.