Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

I belong to no religion. My religion is love. Every heart is my temple.