When love beckons to you, follow him.

Some suggestions for you :

The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Your children are not your children.

The wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant Oaks than to the least of all blades of grass, And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Jesus was not sent here to teach the people to build magnificent churches and temples amidst the cold wretched huts and dismal hovels. He came to make the human heart a temple, and the soul an altar, and the mind a priest.

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.

He who has not been bitten by the serpents of light and snapped at by the wolves of darkness will always be deceived by the days and the nights.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?

Here love begins to render the prose of Life into hymns and canticles of praise.

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain. Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment. For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.

And thus your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.

And what is fear of need but need itself? Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?