Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.

Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.

You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.