No concept, idea or intimation of God
will ever even be close.
But the thirsty man
is already joined to the river;
the flower embraces the sun;
the seed in the dirt struggles
toward the unseen sky.
We are the love of God,
if only the self be put aside.
will ever even be close.
But the thirsty man
is already joined to the river;
the flower embraces the sun;
the seed in the dirt struggles
toward the unseen sky.
We are the love of God,
if only the self be put aside.