Speak to all people as though they are the wisest, gentlest, most beautiful beings on Earth; for what they believe, they become.

A message from Love: Write my name in silent script upon your heart; and then… go anywhere, and be what you have written.

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.

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.

Celebrate one soul, touch one heart, light one lamp; and the whole universe moves.

Those who lead us to our sacred selves walk not before us, but beside.

That we do not know is beautiful; that we want to know is the reason for the journey; that we will know is certain— As certain as starlight; as certain as sky; as certain as the path of songs beneath our feet.

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.

That we do not know is beautiful; that we want to know is the reason for the journey; that we will know is certain—as certain as starlight; as certain as sky; as certain as the path of songs beneath our feet.

There is a time when the soul closes its eyes and kneels before its own divinity; and a time when it rises and looks out in wonder at the beauty of the world.