No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.

To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.

Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.

For sixty years I have been forgetful every minute, but not for a second has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.

Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.