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.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with the heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.
Nothing I say can explain to you divine love. Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
