Those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.

The illuminated life can happen now, in the moments left. Die to your ego, and become a True Human Being.

Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.