Love Is An Endless Ocean,

Love Is What Gives Joy To Giving Joy.

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

Be Occupied, Then, With What You Really Value And Let The Thief Take Something Else.

We Began As Mineral. We Emerged Into Plant Life, And Into The Animal State, And Then Into Being Human, And Always We Have Forgotten Our Former States, Except In Early Spring When We Slightly Recall Being Green Again.

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.