When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt,

Both Light And Shadow Are The Dance Of Love.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.

You Have Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper. Love Flows Down. The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers What Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That? Do Not Put Blankets Over The Drum. Open Completely.

Whatever You Know, Or Don’t - Only Love Is Real.