Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin
I see my beauty in you.
Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.
Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that
Are you jealous of the oceanโs generosity? Why would you refuse to give this joy to anyone? Fish donโt hold the sacred liquid in cups! They swim the huge fluid freedom.