Flowers every night Blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace am I.
Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who's there.
You think the shadow is the substance.
Only love itself can explain love and lovers.
Every step I take is a blessing.
When someone mentions the gracefulness of the night sky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, like this?