O Beloved, Where Is The

When A Man Makes Up A Story For His Child, He Becomes A Father And A Child Together, Listening.

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.

Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The Same.

Remember God So Much That You Are Forgotten. Let The Caller And The Called Disappear; Be Lost In The Call.

Keep Silence, Be Mute. If You Have Not Yet Become The Tongue Of God, Be An Ear!