This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
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.
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.
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!