Love, The Supreme Musician, Is

We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

The World Is Nothing But A Moment.

We Carry Inside Us The Wonders We Seek Outside Us.

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.