Listen to presences inside poems.

Some nights stay up till dawn, as the moon sometimes does for the sun. Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted out into light.

Your mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe. When you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.

To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.

If you only say one prayer in a day make it Thank You.

You are the mirror of divine beauty.