Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom

The Fault Is In The One Who Blames. Spirit Sees Nothing To Criticize.

There Comes A Holy And Transparent Time When Every Touch Of Beauty Opens The Heart To Tears. This Is The Time The Beloved Of Heaven Is Brought Tenderly On Earth. This Is The Time Of The Opening Of The Rose.

Don't Insist On Going Where You Think You Want To Go. Ask The Way To The Spring.

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.

What Is The Mirror Of Being? Non-being. Bring Non-being As Your Gift, If You Are Not A Fool.