Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.
I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey…
Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul…
Love says, “You are right,
but don’t claim these changes.
Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.
“Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.” —Eleanor Roosevelt