Only the soul knows what love is.

In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.

Giving thanks for abundance is sweeter than the abundance itself.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.

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

Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.

Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.