Our death is our wedding with eternity.

Nothing I say can explain to you Divine Love Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.

The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.

I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.

Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.