We Are As The Flute,

Botha Swimmer And A Drowned Man Are In The Water; The Latter Is Borne By The Water And Controlled By It, While The Swimmer Is Borne Along By His Own Power And Of His Own Volition. Every Movement Made By The Drowned Man - Indeed, Every Act And Word That Issue From Him - Comes From The Water, Not From Him... The Saints Are Like This. They Have Died Before Death.

You Are The Essence Of The Essence, The Intoxication Of Love. I Long To Sing Your Praises But Stand Mute With The Agony Of Wishing In My Heart !

Why Am I Seeking? I Am The Same As He. His Essence Speaks Through Me. I Have Been Looking For Myself

Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It.

Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts A Mirror Up To Where You're Bravely Working.