Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.

The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.