Your body is away from me,
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as a plant and rose to animal,
I died as an animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?