How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.

Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.

Love is simply creation's greatest joy.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.