Your Hand Opens And Closes

There Came One And Knocked At The Door Of The Beloved. And A Voice Answered And Said, 'who Is There?' The Lover Replied, 'it Is I.' 'go Hence,' Returned The Voice; 'there Is No Room Within For Thee And Me.' Then Came The Lover A Second Time And Knocked And Again The Voice Demanded, 'who Is There?' He Answered, 'it Is Thou.' 'enter,' Said The Voice, 'for I Am Within.

Be Suspicious Of What You Want.

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

Thinking Gives Off Smoke To Prove The Existence Of Fire. A Mystic Sits Inside The Burning. There Are Wonderful Shapes In Rising Smoke That Imagination Loves To Watch. But It's A Mistake To Leave The Fire For That Filmy Sight. Stay Here At The Flame's Core.

I Opened My Arms To Love And Love Embraced Me Like A Lover