I have a confession to make. I cherish and honor the name of Jesus. The name of Jesus is a flame of love in my heart, the fiery warmth of God's personal presence. It is the radiant evidence that God is a Person, not merely an abstraction, or an energy. This name calls me to drown in the overflowing nectar of eternity at the center of the rose, the rose of now. And when I speak of the heart I speak of a real place. The doorway to this place is silence. Through the portal of silence I sink into the core of Being, which is not above or beyond this body, but in the starry vastness of my chest, for the Kingdom is flesh as well as spirit. Falling into the vastness of the heart, I enter an infinitesimal bindhu, a black dot the size of a mustard seed. As my mind gives up its doubting, questioning, and struggling to "know," this tiny dot expands into a realm where all creatures are made of flames. Yet these flames do not destroy, they pulsate with beauty, and glow with creative...