Oh Soul! You worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.

Fasting is the first principle of medicine.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.