Let silence take you to the core of life.
You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean, in a drop.
Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.
Let silence be the art you practice.
In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.
By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.