Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.
Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.
Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.
I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
Let's get loose with Compassion. Let's drown in the delicious ambience of Love.