Let Us Carve Gems Out Of Our

Whoever Finds Love Beneath Hurt And Grief Disappears Into Emptiness With A Thousand New Disguises

Listen My Love, Illumination Is Eternal. Now Is Always Evolving. As There Are Billions Of Stars, There Are Billions Of Steps. As There Are Billions Of Souls, There Are Billions Of Ways To Grow.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.

Stop Looking For Something Out There And Begin Seeing Within.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.