Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.
Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.
Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .
Stop searching here and there, the jewels are inside YOU.
Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.
Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.