Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.
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.
Close your eyes, fall in Love, stay there.
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.
I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.