If You Yearn For Holy Felicity, Shed

Your Kindness Cannot Be Said. You Open Doors In The Sky. You Ease The Heart And Make God's Qualities Visible.

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Springwater Or Take In Sunset Like A Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep.

There Is A Voice That Doesn’t Use Words. Listen.

I Am The Dust In The Sunlight, I Am The Ball Of The Sun . . . I Am The Mist Of Morning, The Breath Of Evening . . . . I Am The Spark In The Stone, The Gleam Of Gold In The Metal . . . . The Rose And The Nightingale Drunk With Its Fragrance. I Am The Chain Of Being, The Circle Of The Spheres, The Scale Of Creation, The Rise And The Fall. I Am What Is And Is Not . . . I Am The Soul In All.

Just As The Heart Becomes Carefree In A Place Of Green, Growing Plants, Goodwill And Kindness Are Born When Our Souls Enter Happiness.