There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence.
If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch$$$ you must first invent the universe.
On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.
When the light returns to its source$$$ it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.
Dance until you shatter yourself.
In the house of lovers$$$ the music never stops$$$ the walls are made of songs & the floor dances.
What hurts you$$$ blesses you. Darkness is your candle.
Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end$$$ if not always in the way we expect.
Wisdom begins in wonder.