O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

My Sight My Heart My Life All Three Words I Have Woven Into One ... Love.

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

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I Chose Love.

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.