The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.
Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.
I lost my hat while gazing at the moon, and then I lost my mind.
To praise is to praise how one surrenders to the emptiness.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call.