Love, the supreme musician, is always playing in our souls
Everything about yesterday has gone with yesterday. Today, it is needed to say new things.
Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.
Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.
Discipline enabled Heaven to be filled with light; discipline enabled the angels to be immaculate and holy.