A flower reaches to the sun: it never touches, but achieves. The wind listens as we listen back; the sea understands, the stars speak. Take away arms, I love you; take away legs, I love you; take away eyes, I love you; no more body, no more name, no more "you": I love you. You stand before my eyes ten thousand feet away and all I see is that lover inside me. How can we be separate from ourselves? Run! Escape the perfection of God! As I watch, to behold the impossible.