No Prayer Is Complete Without Presence.

Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I Am Just As Ecstatic As They Are, But With Nothing To Say.

We Are The Mirror, As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. Soul Of The World, No Life, Nor World Remain, No Beautiful Women And Men Longing. Only This Ancient Love Circling The Holy Black Stone Of Nothing. Where The Lover Is The Loved, The Horizon And Everything Within It.

Wherever You Are, And Whatever You Do, Be In Love.

There Is My Body, In It An Ocean Formed Of His Glory, All The Creation, All The Universes, All The Galaxies, Are Lost In It.

When There's No Sign Of Hope In The Desert, So Much Hope Still Lives Inside Despair. Heart, Don't Kill That Hope.