The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.

I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.

What you're seeking is seeking you.

Nothing can nourish the SOUL but LIGHT.

Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.