Don't Be The Rider Who

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.

There Is Little One Can Say About Love. It Has To Be Lived, And It's Always In Motion.

No More Words. Hear Only The Voice Within.

Pale Sunlight, Pale The Wall. Love Moves Away. The Light Changes I Need More Grace Than I Thought.

And Don't Think The Garden Loses Its Ecstasy In Winter. It's Quiet, But The Roots Are Down There Riotous.