The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.
You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.
There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.
The undisciplined man doesn't wrong himself alone- he sets fire to the whole world.
The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts and let them light our path to love.