And He Misses Her Like

The Spirit Is So Near That You Can't See It! But Reach For It... Don't Be A Jar, Full Of Water, Whose Rim Is Always Dry. Don't Be The Rider Who Gallops All Night And Never Sees The Horse That Is Beneath Him.

Submit To Love Without Thinking, As The Sun Rose This Morning Recklessly Extinguishing Our Star-candle Minds.

I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.

Not Christian Or Jew Or Muslim, Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi Or Zen. Not Any Religion Or Cultural System. I Am Not Of The East, Nor Of The West.... My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.

Let's Ask God To Help Us To Self-control For One Who Lacks It, Lacks His Grace.