I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.

I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

No one can tell if I’m laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.

Be relentless in your looking, because you are the one you seek.

I found the Divine within my Heart.