You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.

Come sit with me! Let us drink the holy wine of happiness.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.

I can sense your presence in my Heart although you belong to all the world.

Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?