What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?
What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?
With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.
Deep in the HEART every mystery of spirit is hidden.
We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.
Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.