Love is a river. Drink from it.
The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.
In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.
The heart is your student, for love is the only way we learn.
Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.
There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.