The soul is here for its own joy.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side.
When you let go of who you are, you become who you might be.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.
The wound is the place where the light enters you.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand.