Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.

Let your Teacher be Love itself.

Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

Let the beauty we love do what we do.

I lost everything i have, found myself.

Open your hands if you want to be held.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.