What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.
Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.
Loveโs secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, โHere I am!โ
Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic
All language is a longing for home.
Know that the mirror of the heart is boundless. . . Here, opinions become silent, otherwise they will lead you into errors. . . for the heart is sacred - even more the heart is sacredness itself.