Not only the thirsty seek the water,

the water as well seeks the thirsty.

Sorrow prepares you for joy.

It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

We carry inside us the wonders

we seek outside us.

Keep knocking,

and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who’s there. 

Any power that comes through us

 is You

I am not from east or west...not up from the ground... or out of the ocean

      

 

my place is placeless
a trace of the traceless
I belong to the Beloved

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zjnw-Jw0uqI

All loves are a bridge to Divine love

Yet, those who have not had a taste of it do not know.