A battle is waged In the deep of me, An epic struggle 'Tween sand and sea, Where one resists The other, so free... Yet, no loss or gain Marks Eternity.

If all things are means, Then means are the end, Our pleasures and pains But a river's bend; So flow, flow on my soul, Let go . . . once again.

Life will fill Whatever you empty... And whatever you fill, Life will empty. That's the code; The hidden conduct of contentment Wrapped in mystery, Filled with contradiction. No sense in trying to save yourself By holding out; Nothing you have held onto Has filled the hole, has it? Then be hollow. Let the winds of change Play you instead of punish you. Give it away!...

With one hand He gives, with the other He takes Filling and emptying the soul, Carving out receptivity to His Name With each deft blow of His soul-sculpturing hands. I am never full, nor ever bereft. Neither am I, But all is He. I am His form. No other form have I And it is to the shelter of His Name He guides me Regardless of how He shapes me. God wants me to want only Him;...