In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

Let your Teacher be Love itself.