Jesus,
How many springs, summers, autumns, winters do I need to see
so that I can know all things are what they are not
and only you are who You are?
If I really know these,
perhaps I’ll fly freely in the wide sky.
I’ll not have my house but everywhere will be my house.
I’ll only focus now and here because I know where, what and who is the way, the truth and the life. Continue reading Prayer 119
