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

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

We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

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

Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul. Love has befriended me so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.