O soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
O soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
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.
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.
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.