Concentrate on the Essence, concentrate on the Light.
Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy
World power means nothing. Only the unsayable, jeweled inner life matters.
Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.