he came like midnight

blending dark with dark

on a night without moon

he slipped into my head

heavy with the nothings of day

to find a niche to tickle me

like subtle music rubbing notes

o'er the sore spots of my soul

he came like music's balm

in the night-time of my dreaming

for some love to hold me right

he soothed me to a a sweeter bed

*We have too accept that the outcome of inner work is not in our hands.  We cannot guarantee the outcome to ourselves or to others.

-Ilan Amit

*Renunciation means admitting to our innermost selves that we can neither guarantee grace nor be worthy of it.  Yet we accept to stay in our incapacity and vulnerability, partial and incomplete, aware of the finitude of our being.

-Ilan Amit