Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back

If You Want To Win Hearts, Sow The Seeds Of Love. If You Want Heaven, Stop Scattering Thorns On The Road.

This Being Human Is A Guest House. Every Morning Is A New Arrival. A Joy, A Depression, A Meanness, Some Momentary Awareness Comes As An Unexpected Visitor...welcome And Entertain Them All. Treat Each Guest Honorably. The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In. Be Grateful For Whoever Comes, Because Each Has Been Sent As A Guide From Beyond.

I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover

Why Am I Seeking? I Am The Same As He. His Essence Speaks Through Me. I Have Been Looking For Myself

Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who Are You Looking For? Your Beloved Is Right Here.