Your longing for ME is my message to you, All your attempts to reach ME, Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.

There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.

Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.