In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood Come merge with me leave this world of ignorance

Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.

You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?

All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. The sun’s light looks a little different on this wall than it does on that wall, and a lot different on this other one, but it’s still one light.

Peaceful is the one who is not concerned with having more or less.

I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.