Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glisteningโ so your life will stay fresh.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.
I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.