Once you conquer your selfish self, all your darkness will change to light.
Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.
Open your hands if you want to be held.
Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.