Only Love Itself Can Explain Love And

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.

Most People Guard Against Going Into The Fire, And So End Up In It.

Beauty And Love Are As Body And Soul. Beauty Is The Mine, Love Is The Diamond. They Have Together Since The Beginning Of Time- Side By Side, Step By Step.

Remember God So Much That You Are Forgotten.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.