There Is Someone Who Looks

Weep Like The Waterwheel, That Green Herbs May Spring Up From The Courtyard Of Your Soul. If You Wish For Tears, Have Mercy On One Who Sheds Tears; If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

We May Know Who We Are Or We May Not. We May Be Muslims, Jews Or Christians But Until Our Hearts Become The Mould For Every Heart We Will See Only Our Differences.

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

There Is A Community Of The Spirit . . . Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held . . . Move Outside The Tangle Of Fear-thinking . . . Flow Down And Down In Always Widening Rings Of Being.

The Only Way To Measure A Lover Is By The Grandeur Of The Beloved.