Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.

It is certain that an atom of goodness on the path of faith is never lost.

Reality is blocked by form and image.

Things are such that someone lifting a cup, or watching the rain, petting a dog, or singing, just singing - could be doing as much for this universe as anyone.

Be silent, Only the Hand of God Can remove The burdens of your heart.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.