For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

God looks not at your form, nor at your deeds, but at your Heart.

As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.