You can only find out what you are from what you are notwhich is everything and nothing. Your home is everywhere and nowhere. Your true identity is no identity. You aren't an owner but a messenger of the infinity,The no-thing is open to everything, timeless and Free.

Unspoken is whatever we have not desired with all our heart.

In our brief life, so many roads, so many miracles and blessings and glories, but also so many curses and denials, grief and contempt,continuous waves on the planetary seas that come and go, and they crawl us into the vast heavens,n that quiet rhythm universe listen to your heart beat.

All humans on earth are one. We descend from the same family of common ancestors. We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings, and like siblings we depend on each other's love and care and responsibility. We are interdependent not just in our families and communities, but in nations, and increasingly on a global scale - just as we are also interdependent with nature and the earth.

The science of Chaos teaches us that everything is interconnected, but the contemporary developments in neuroscience, getting started with the brain neurons and their multiple connections, reveal the topology of the brain, a miniature of the universal geometry of everything.

I dream that one day we will look at each other in the same way we look at the sun, and we will touch each other like the sun on earth, and the blessings of light will flow into our hearts.

We can't communicate the incommuunicable, we can't explain the inconceivable,life's fullness forever lies in wait about each one of us,and the lonely emptiness of existence is permanent, but a star deep in our heart lead us the way home.

It is by descending into the depths of his own self that man wanders through all the dimensions of the world; He sees as being that which he sees, perceiving the seer to be the same as the seen. Heart is the giver of grace, the Guide.

We have no time, we have no space, we are questions that love answers, but the veil of truth don't lift.In the edge of abyss, people really meet themselves, when they're staring at nothingness, and then they understand that we are, birds of passage.