This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Nothing I say can explain to you divine love. Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language - door and open the love - window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with the heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.