All Is Known In The Sacredness Of

Try Not To Resist The Changes That Come Your Way. Instead Let Life Live Through You. And Do Not Worry That Your Life Is Turning Upside Down. How Do You Know That The Side You Are Used To Is Better Than The One To Come?

Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without A Sound.

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.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.