That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.

Those who are pure in heart achieve God-consciousness; they are truly and actually aware of God at the center of their being (their heart). These sanctified individuals are said to be Possessors of the Heart.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.

Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.

All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.