Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.
If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.
Let yourself become living poetry.
All is known in the sacredness of silence.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.