For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.

Embark on the journey of LOVE. It takes you from yourself to yourself.

The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart.

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.

Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.

Shut your eyes so the heart may become your eye, and with that vision look upon another world. If you can step away from your need for self-approval, all that you do, top to bottom, will be approved.