A True Lover Is Proved

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?

The World Is A Mirror, An Imaging Of Love's Perfection.

Asleep Or Awake, Writing Or Reading, Whatever You Do, You Must Never Be Without The Remembrance Of God.

My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.