I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Speak little, learn the words of eternity. Go beyond your tangled thoughts and find the splendor of paradise.
Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
For the thirst to possess your love, Is worth my blood a hundred times.
Humble living does not diminish. It fills. Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom.