Tend To Your Vital Heart,

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

On The Way There Is No Harder Pass Than This: Fortunate Is He Who Does Not Carry Envy As A Companion.

...blessed Is Anyone Who Knows Who He Or She Really Is And Builds A Place To Live There.

Tonight The Moon Kisses The Stars. O Beloved,be Like That To Me!

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.