Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?

Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown

I wonder from these thousand of "me's", which one am I? Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice I am completely filled with the thought of you. Don't lay broken glass on my path I will crush it into dust. I am nothing, just a mirror in the palm of your hand, reflecting your kindness, your sadness, your anger. If you were a blade of grass or a tiny flower I will pitch my tent in your shadow. Only your presence revives my withered heart. You are the candle that lights the whole world and I am an empty vessel for your light. Rumi - "Hidden Music

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

All is known in the sacredness of silence.