Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field, I will meet you there.
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.
Set out now ,while you're strong.on the heart's vast plain:
You'll never discover joy on the plain of the body.
The heart's the only house of safety,my friends:
It has fountains,and rose gardens within rose gardens.
Turn to the heart and go forward,travelers of the night;
There's where you'll find trees and streams of Living Water.
There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.
God is in the details.
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi or Zen. Not any religion, or cultural system. I am not from the East or the West, nor out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body nor soul. I belong to the beloved have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, First, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human
There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling! At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me. Close the language-door,
and open the love-window The moon won't use the door,
only the window.
