Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
Practice patience; it is the essence of praise. Have patience, for that is true worship. No other worship is worth as much. Have patience; patience is the key to all relief.
Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.
There's a path from your HEART to mine.
Keep on knocking 'til the joy inside opens a window look to see who's there
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.