Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days

The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred... Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?