My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The

The Interpretation That Makes You Ardent And Hopeful And Active And Reverent Is The True One.

‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing Your Beauty, A Place Where Every Breath Carves Your Image In My Soul.

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.

Make Everything In You An Ear, Each Atom Of Your Being, And You Will Hear At Every Moment What The Source Is Whispering To You...you Are -we All Are-the Beloved Of The Beloved, And In Every Moment, In Every Event Of Your Life , The Beloved Is Whispering To You Exactly What You Need To Hear And Know. Who Can Ever Explain This Miracle? It Simply Is.

There Came One And Knocked At The Door Of The Beloved. And A Voice Answered And Said, 'who Is There?' The Lover Replied, 'it Is I.' 'go Hence,' Returned The Voice; 'there Is No Room Within For Thee And Me.' Then Came The Lover A Second Time And Knocked And Again The Voice Demanded, 'who Is There?' He Answered, 'it Is Thou.' 'enter,' Said The Voice, 'for I Am Within.