Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.
When your love contracts in anger, the atmosphere itself feels threatening. But when you’re expansive, no matter what the weather, you’re in an open, windy field with friends.
I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.
To Love is to reach God.
O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, be all.
No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.