Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with the heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.
Those who are pure in heart achieve God-consciousness; they are truly and actually aware of God at the centre of their being.
Nothing I say can explain to you divine love. Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendour you need to burn in the fire of love.
