With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.

I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as an animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.

Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.

There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?