Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
There is no salvation for the soul but to fall in love.
With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.
Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.
A shadow cannot ignore the sun that all day creates and moves it.
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?