Something Opens Our Wings. Something

My Place Is The Placeless, My Trace Is The Traceless ; 'tis Neither Body Nor Soul, For I Belong To The Soul Of The Beloved. I Have Put Duality Away, I Have Seen That The Two Worlds Are One; One I Seek, One I Know, One I See, One I Call.

Is It Really So That The One I Love Is Everywhere?

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

The Water Has A Water That Is Driving It; The Spirit Has A Spirit That Is Calling It.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?