Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.

I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.

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

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret

We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!

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