Gamble Everything For Love, If You Are

It Is Love That Holds Everything Together, And It Is The Everything Also.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

Dance Until You Shatter Yourself.

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

To Live Without You Is To Be Robbed Of Love And What Is Life Without It? To Live Without You Is Death To Me, My Love But Some Call It Life.