We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.

Your longing for ME is my message to you, All your attempts to reach ME, Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

I have no name for what circles so perfectly.

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.

The mind says there is nothing beyond the physical world; the HEART says there is, and I've been there many times.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.