You’re water. We’re the millstone. You’re wind. We’re dust blown up into shapes. You’re spirit. We’re the opening and closing of our hands. You’re the clarity. We’re the language that tries to say it. You’re joy. We’re all the different kinds of laughing.
What sorrow takes away from the heart it replaces with something better.
I will be waiting here.... For your silence to break, For your soul to shake, For your love to wake!
Do not dwell in darkness like a night bird prey for the monsters of your imagination.
Whoever’s calm and sensible is insane!
Stop walking in your own shadow wallowing in your foolish thoughts. Raise your head, look at the sun, walk among the flowers, become a human being.
You need more help than you know.
Be grateful for all you receive, good and bad alike, for it may be a gift from the treasury of Spirit that will bring the fulfillment of your most secret desire.
The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.
Embrace sorrowful thoughts for they sweep the house of your heart clean, scatter the withered leaves, and pull out the twisted roots, preparing the ground for the new shoots of joy.
When there are miles to go before we sleep, altered traits are more important than altered states.
Why do you seek water when you are the stream?