Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.
What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?
Always search for your innermost nature in those you are with, as rose oil imbibes from roses.
Raise your words, not your voice.
All we really want is love's confusing joy.
We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.