This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
Don't allow your animal nature to rule your reason.
Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy
Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.
Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.