Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

A divine dance appears in the soul and the body at the time of peace and union.Anyone can learn the dance, just listen to the music.

If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.

When your love contracts in anger, the atmosphere itself feels threatening. But when you’re expansive, no matter what the weather, you’re in an open, windy field with friends.

The world is a mirror, an imaging of Love's perfection.

Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.