Both light and shadow are the dance of Love. Love has no cause; it is the astrolabe of God's secrets... Lover and Loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe Love, when I experience it, I am speechless. Although I may try to write about Love, I am rendered helpless; my pen breaks, and the paper slips away at the ineffable place where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.
In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?
What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?
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.