Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

I Saw Many Humans On Whom There Were No Clothes. I Saw Many Clothes In Which There Were No Humans.

Both Light And Shadow Are The Dance Of Love. Love Has No Cause, It Is The Astrolabe Of God's Secrets. Lover And Loving Are Inseparable And Timeless. Although I May Try To Describe Love, When I Experience It, I Am Speechless. Although I May Try To Write About Love, I Am Rendered Helpless. My Pen Breaks, And The Paper Slips Away At The Ineffable Place Where Lover Loving And Loved Are One. Every Moment Is Made Glorious By The Light Of Love.

You Are Not Your Body; You Are The Eye. When You See The Spirit, You Are Free Of The Body. A Human Being Is An Eye – The Rest Is Just Flesh And Bones. Whatever Your Eye Sees, You Are That.

Be Patient Where You Sit In The Dark. The Dawn Is Coming