Light will someday split you open

Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.

It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen."

Come Dance with Me , come dance.