The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.
And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.
I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of Your Presence that filled it with beauty.
God looks not at your form, nor at your deeds, but at your Heart.
The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.