The Very Center Of Your Heart Is

I Belong To The Beloved. Have Seen The Two Worlds As One And That One Call To And Know. ...first, Last, Outer, Inner, Only That Breath Breathing. Human Being.

Love Rests On No Foundation. It Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End.

For The Thirst To Possess Your Love, Is Worth My Blood A Hundred Times.

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.

If You Don't Try To Fly And So Break Yourself Apart, You Will Be Broken Open By Death, When It's Too Late For All You Could Become.