There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved. And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?' The lover replied, 'It is I.' 'Go hence,' returned the voice; 'there is no room within for thee and me.' Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded, 'Who is there?' He answered, 'It is thou.' 'Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.

The quieter we become, the more we can hear.

Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.

I opened my arms to Love and Love embraced me like a Lover

Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you