If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

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

I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

If you put on shoes that are too tight and walk out across an empty plain, you will not feel the freedom of the place unless you take off your shoes. Your shoe-constriction has you confined. At night before sleeping you take off the tight shoes, and your soul releases into a place it knows. Dreams glide deeper.

Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.

There is a sun within every person.