Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.

My soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love. Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo, its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompases every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.

A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.