Sometimes I Do In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.
Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Is the ground worse for giving in like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.
Listen to the unstruck sounds, and what sifts through that music.
When our guides and those who are cherished by us leave and disappear, they are not annihilated, they are like stars that vanish into the light of the sun of reality.
Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you.
Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.
There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you?
Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.
Hardship may dishearten at first, but every hardship passes away. All despair is followed by hope; all darkness is followed by sunshine.
Be soulful. Be kind. Be in love.
On the path of love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the master painter.