You, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love,

Remember. The Way You Make Love Is The Way God Will Be With You.

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 Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.

Whatever Happens To You, Don't Fall In Despair. Even If All The Doors Are Closed, A Secret Path Will Be There For You That No One Knows. You Can't See It Yet But So Many Paradises Are At The End Of This Path...be Grateful! It Is Easy To Thank After Obtaining What You Want, Thank Before Having What You Want.

The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.