When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, 'It tastes sweet, does it not?' 'You've caught me,' grief answered, 'and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?

Speak with the language of love.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

Your real "country" is where you're heading, not where you are.

Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.

A SEEING eye is better than three hundred blind men's: The eye can distinguish pearls from pebbles.