God looks not at your form, nor at your deeds, but at your Heart.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.
Water the fruit trees and donโt water the thorns.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
My heart is so small it's almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? "Look," He answered, "your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.