Love, the supreme musician, is always playing in our souls
Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.
Don’t wait any longer. Dive in the ocean, Leave and let the sea be you.
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself
If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.