On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in You.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.

The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles, but remember smiles come best from those who weep. Lightning, then the rain-laughter.

Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.

If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.

I am sunlight slicing the dark.