How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.
A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.
I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.
We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!
Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.