Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops - at all
— Emily Dickinson

Inner truth

For you are the secret Treasure-bearer, and always have been. Didn’t you know?
— Rumi


Forever is composed of nows.
— Emily Dickinson


Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.
— Rumi


Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
— Pablo Neruda


Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.
— Rumi

Little ones

For in the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
— Khalil Gibran

The winged keys

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