All because of love, when it arrived my temporal life from then on changed to eternal.
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.
O soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.