Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.
If you only say one prayer in a day make it Thank You.
Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.
Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Love will find its way through all languages on its own.