...Blessed is anyone who knows who he or she really is and builds a place to live there.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
I said to the night, "If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long." The night turned to me and said, "It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless?
Love is a river. Drink from it.
The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.