There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.

Open the window of your heart and let the Spirit speak

The intelligent desire self-control; children want candy.

The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.

The angel is free because of his knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance. Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown

When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.