Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

God calls himself "Baseer" [Observant], so that the knowledge that He is watching you may keep you from sinning.

Your longing for ME is my message to you, All your attempts to reach ME, Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.

The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.

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.

Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.

Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.