If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape.
Every leaf that grows will tell you: what you sow will bear fruit, so if you have any sense my friend, don't plant anything but Love.
This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.
Once we were particles of Light, now we are Beings of Light, radiating Love.
I see my beauty in you.