Tonight The Moon Kisses The Stars. O

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

I Have No Name For What Circles So Perfectly.

Everything Has To Do With Loving And Not Loving.

God's Purpose For Man Is To Acquire A Seeing Eye And An Understanding Heart.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.