What whispers from the center of the soul is an innocence—so loving, so pure, so divine—that the sage bows and the wise man weeps at the sound of its soft singing.
~ Heather K. O'hara
What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.
We each bring our own unique beauty to the world, and how blessed we are to have the freedom to find that beauty in each other.
It is in the last step that one finds the unfathomable beginning; it is in the aloneness that one discovers himself never alone; it is in the deep silence that one hears the hidden music—the chant of eternity, the illuminated whisper of love.
A message from Love: Write my name in silent script upon your heart; and then… go anywhere, and be what you have written.
Celebrate one soul, touch one heart, light one lamp; and the whole universe moves.
We are the instruments of genius, yet more the rhythm and less the drum as each expanding beat arises.
No man is his costume, it is only what he wears to the dance.
The Law-of-Destination is straightforward and simple: It is not possible to arrive where we never take the time to go.
Life is its own occasion, it does not need a reason to celebrate itself.
