A man or a woman is said to be absorbed when the water has total control of him, and he no control of the water. A swimmer moves around willfully. An absorbed being has no will but the water's going. Any word or act is not really personal, but the way the water has of speaking or doing. As when you hear a voice coming out of a wall, and you know that it's not the wall talking, but someone inside, or perhaps someone outside echoing off the wall. Saints are like that. They've achieved the condition of a wall, or a door.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

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.

If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.

Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset

If you only say one prayer in a day make it Thank You.

This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.