Vision

Infinite beauty is at our feet, if we will walk in it. We walk into the infinite beauty by walking on water--by walking so gently that all we leave is a subtle ripple on the surface of the still, clean pool as we move across, slowly and surely.

We dance together on the surface of the water. He draws me strongly into his arms. He draws me up, spinning blissfully--he has made me his, as God has made me his. He is the face of God that is created, is existent, as the Lover specially made for me. Everyone has his own God-Lover inside.