The quieter we become, the more we can hear.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

Humble living does not diminish. It fills. Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom.

Our death is our wedding with eternity.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.

I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God

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