I lost everything i have, found myself.

There is some kiss we want with your whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling.

Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

What you're seeking is seeking you.

The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.

Inside any deep asking is the answering.