Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.
Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.