In this life many demolitions are actually renovations.
I feel like the earth, astonished at fragrance borne in the air, made pregnant with mystery from a drop of rain.
Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
When the ocean surges, don't let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest!
If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?
There is nothing outside of yourself, look within. Everything you want is there. You are That.