The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?
With passion pray. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?
Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.
The soul is here for its own joy.
It is certain that an atom of goodness on the path of faith is never lost.
Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.