Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.
Dance when you're perfectly free.
Shine like the whole universe is yours.
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.
Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.