No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.
People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.
Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.
Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.
This silence, this moment, every moment, If it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need.
True beauty is a ray That springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower.