All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.
Things are such that someone lifting a cup, or watching the rain, petting a dog, or singing, just singing - could be doing as much for this universe as anyone.
The quieter we become, the more we can hear.
I belong to the beloved. Have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know. ...First, Last, Outer, Inner, only that breath breathing. HUMAN BEING.