The illuminated life can happen now, in the moments left. Die to your ego, and become a True Human Being.
When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.
Everything has to do with loving and not loving.
If you wish for light, Be ready to receive light.
The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.
Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.