Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.
You cannot learn about Love, LOVE appears on the wings of grace.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
There is a life in you, search that life, search the secret jewel in the mountain of your body.
When water is still like a mirror it can behold the Moon.
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.