I can heal a broken heart with a smile.
There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.
Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute
Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.