Everything That You Want, You Are Already

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It. Rumi, Attributed, Conquest Of Abundance: A Tale Of Abstraction Versus The Richness Of Being Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be Here, Be Now, Be All – Worlds Dissolve Into Your Stainless Endless Radiance, Frail Living Leaves Burn With Your Brighter Than Cold Stares – Make Me Your Servant, Your Breath, Your Core.

What Strange Beings We Are! That Sitting In Hell At The Bottom Of The Dark, We're Afraid Of Our Own Immortality.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

You Are The Mirror Of Divine Beauty.