God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.
Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
The radiant one in me has never said a word.
Every need brings in what's needed. Pain bears its cure like a child.
Reality is blocked by form and image.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.