The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.
Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.
The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.
How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.
Sing because this is a food our starving world needs. Laugh because that is the purest sound.