Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.
Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.
Our purpose here on earth: to manifest the very nature of our spirit, which is touched by the spirit of God.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.
Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.