In the silence of LOVE you will find the Spark of LIFE.

Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.

With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.