Your calling my name is My reply. Your longing for Me is My message to you.
Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.
Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.
The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.
But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.
I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.