Its good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.
In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
God looks not at your form, nor at your deeds, but at your Heart.
I look into your eyes & see the universe not yet born.
Be suspicious of what you want.
Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.