The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.
Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.
Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel, I am a carpenter of my own soul.
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.