“In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances.”

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That’s how I hold your voice.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!

Let silence take you to the core of life.

I see my beauty in you.