Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through this migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth.

I opened my arms to Love and Love embraced me like a Lover

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.

When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.