There Is One Way Of Breathing That

The Way The Beloved Can Fit In My Heart, Two Thousand Lives Could Fit In This Body Of Mine. One Kernel Could Contain A Thousand Bushels, And A Hundred Worlds Pass Through The Eye Of The Needle.

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

You've Seen My Descent, Now Watch My Rising.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself

Now Be Silent. Let The One Who Creates The Words Speak. He Made The Door. He Made The Lock. He Also Made The Key.