The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

For I have learned that every heart will get_x000D_ What it prays for_x000D_ Most.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.