Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
You have been hiding so long aimlessly drifting in the sea of my love Even so You have always been connected to me Connected, revealed in the known in the unmanifest I am life itself
Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.