They are like shy, young school kids-thyme and space,
befor the woman and the man who are intimate with god.

The reolized soul can play with this universe the way a child with a ball.

A chalice-the grail-my body became, for it held the Christ and he drank from me.

Sanctified are our limbs, for every heart has touched God, though most with closed eyes.

A holy relic is each creature,and beauty may worry about its comeliness waning.

We fear dying till we know the truth ov ourselves.

The seams on my body are torn;

I have stepped from that region ov me that did not love all the thyme.

There is a divine world ov light with many suns in the skys.

I slept with my Lord one night,

now all that is luminous i knew we

conceved.


-St.Teresa ov Avila-Thymeless Mystic-1515-1582-