For Those Who Realize That Everything Is

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

Be Soulful. Be Kind. Be In Love.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .