The ageless melody, unheard, heals; the healing vision, unseen, leads; the true leaders, immortal, know...

Even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, so the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.

Should you really open your eyes and see, you would behold your image in all images. And should you open your ears and listen, you would hear your own voice in all voices.

Our pain carves out a larger space for love to fill.

You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey