Finding faults is for those with tired minds.
I have no name for what circles so perfectly.
A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
It is Love that holds everything together, and it is the everything also.
The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.