In high places, it empties its heart by becoming clouds; in low places, it humbles itself more and flows downward;
in a round bowl, it becomes round; in a square bowl, it adapt itself to become square.
I want to become the love that is enough to be contained in any bowl, whatever shape it is, that is offered by Mother.
I think I must have a faith like water.
Psalms 133:1~3 How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity! It is like precious oil poured in the head, running down on the beard, running down on Aaron’s beard, down upon the collar of his robes. It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the Lord bestows his blessing, even life forevermore.