Whether One Moves Slowly Or

If You Were A Blade Of Grass Or A Tiny Flower I Will Pitch My Tent In Your Shadow. Only Your Presence Revives My Withered Heart. You Are The Candle That Lights The Whole World And I Am An Empty Vessel For Your Light.

I Am So Happy, I Cannot Be Contained In The World; But Like A Spirit, I Am Hidden From The Eyes Of The World.

There Is None Dwelling In The House But God. When A Man Is Awakened He Melts And Perishes.

Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not From Those Other Jars.

If Words Come Out Of The Heart, They Will Enter The Heart.