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.
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?