“The ground’s generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.”

Woman is the light of God.

What you seek is seeking you.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

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.

Sometimes you need to take a small break from the world to realise its beauty.

You may fall in love with the beauty of someone. But remember you have to live with the character, not the beauty.

This cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold?

See the beauty in everything. Start with yourself.

A Black beauty has to protect her skin at all cost.

Sometimes waiting and seeing things unfold has its own beauty.

Look around. Look at what we have. Beauty is everywhere, you only have to look to see it.

Trust the patience. Embrace the uncertainty. Enjoy the beauty of life.⁠