Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?

And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.

When you are sorrowful, look again.

Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'

Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.