if you look deeply into the vessel from which you drink, you will see God... and the one called "my enemy" and "my friend"
"O, Heart-of-hearts! may we become lavish like You - unreasonable Lovers"
whoever gives a gift to anyone, gives the gift to everyone - the Beloved's hands are now open in all four directions
matter is the means for spirit to say, "We love you" - for True Love is never just "I"
the givers give the gift and do not linger, looking to see where the Wind blows it
no one knows or has ever known where this comes from or goes - the very thought "give" is hidden in infinite obscurities
yet, always there is one Giver and one Wind... and the one gift, free of here and there, everywhere
...a generous Presence whispers through these words - listen to the One beyond them...
be the benevolent space in which hands give and hands receive mountains give and oceans receive
a flower plant freely gives flowers, and a flower plant lives in flowers - a sun freely shares its sunbeams, and the sun lives in the sunbeams - clouds live in rain, and rain in clouds...
in giving, like them, you live in that you give and it lives in you- long before and after...
your wish to give arises from outside time - don't say "It's mine" - you didn't say, "Let there be hands"
finally, you will see, there's no giver or given to yet, giving still takes place and hands participate
