I Am Filled With You. Skin, Blood,

I Am Smiling At Myself Today There's No Wish Left In This Heart Or Perhaps There Is No Heart Left Free From All Desire I Sit Quietly Like Earth My Silent Cry Echoes Like Thunder Throughout The Universe I Am Not Worried About It I Know It Will Be Heard By No One Except Me.

A Man Or A Woman Is Said To Be Absorbed When The Water Has Total Control Of Him, And He No Control Of The Water. A Swimmer Moves Around Willfully. An Absorbed Being Has No Will But The Water's Going. Any Word Or Act Is Not Really Personal, But The Way The Water Has Of Speaking Or Doing. As When You Hear A Voice Coming Out Of A Wall, And You Know That It's Not The Wall Talking, But Someone Inside, Or Perhaps Someone Outside Echoing Off The Wall. Saints Are Like That. They've Achieved The Condition Of A Wall, Or A Door.

We Often Need To Be Refreshed.

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.