When The Remedy You Have Offered Only

Love Is That Flame That Once Kindled Burns Everything, And Only The Mystery And The Journey Remain.

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.

Love Opens My Chest, And Thought Returns To Its Confines.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.

O, Great Spirit, Open My Eyes, Open Heart's Wings, Open My Ears To Your Voice In All Things.