The soul has been given its own ears to hear things mind does not understand.
Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?
One drop of that ocean is Hope, and the rest is fear.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
When you notice a fault in your neighbour, search for the same in yourself.
If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.