An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.
Think of suffering as being washed.
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
Laugh because that is the purest sound.
Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.
Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.