Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.
I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.
You have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood Come merge with me leave this world of ignorance
Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic
When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.
Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.