If you follow the ways in which you were trained, which you may have inherited, for no other reason than this, you are illogical.

If all the harps in the world were burned down, still inside the heart there will be hidden music playing.

Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.

I have put duality away. I have seen the two worlds are one.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.

Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.