Its good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.
Whatever purifies you is the correct road.
Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.
I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
I've said before that every craftsman searches for what's not there to practice his craft.
All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.