Stand Up During Supper And Walk Outdoors,

And Isn't The Whole World Yours? For How Often You Set It On Fire With Your Love And Saw It Blaze And Burn Up And Secretly Replaced It With Another World While Everyone Slept. You Felt In Such Complete Harmony With God, When Every Morning You Asked Him For A New Earth, So That All The Ones He Had Made Could Have Their Turn. You Thought It Would Be Shabby To Save Them And Repair Them; You Used Them Up And Held Out Your Hands, Again And Again, For More World. For Your Love Was Equal To Everything.

The Deepest Experience Of The Creator Is Feminine, For It Is Experience Of Receiving And Bearing.

There Is Only One Journey. Going Inside Yourself.

Think... Of The World You Carry Within You.

Perhaps Creating Something Is Nothing But An Act Of Profound Remembrance.