Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

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

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.