Not everyone who prays to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.
Would you walk this narrow path?
Then put aside the hero worship,
the starry eyes.
Stop groveling and stand.
It doesn’t mean you cannot look into
the Beloved’s face,
place your foot in each print he made,
only that you cannot cling.
with the Genesis of
the same Genesis that
who is the Beloved,
who are you?
From the answer you hear
in that rushing stream of Light
you will burst out in