I belong to the beloved. Have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know. ...First, Last, Outer, Inner, only that breath breathing. HUMAN BEING.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.
God (in His mercy) accepts false coin.
people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.