When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness

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.

To Love Is To Be God. Never Will A Lover's Chest Feel Any Sorrow. Never Will A Lover's Robe Be Touched By Mortals. Never Will A Lover's Body Be Found Buried In The Earth. To Love Is To Be God.

Be Like The Sun For Grace And Mercy. Be Like The Night To Cover Others' Faults. Be Like Running Water For Generosity. Be Like Death For Rage And Anger. Be Like The Earth For Modesty. Appear As You Are. Be As You Appear.

Patience Is The Key To Joy.

Every Moment A Taste Of That Beauty In Our Mouths, Another Stashed In A Pocket. Impossible To Say What: No Cypress So Handsome, No Sunlight, A Lonely Hiddenness. Other Pleasure Gathers A Crowd, Starts A Fight, Lots Of Noise There. But Soul Beauty Stays Quiet..his Amazing Whereabouts Unknown Inside My Heart.