The glance of Love is crystal clear.
What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.
To me nothing in the world is as precious as a genuine smile, especially from a child.
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.