What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.

Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.

To a frog that's never left his pond, the ocean seems like a gamble. Look what he's giving up: security, mastery of his world, recognition! The ocean frog just shakes his head. "I can't explain where I live, but someday I'll take you there."

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Giving thanks for abundance is sweeter than the abundance itself.