Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.

Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.

As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.

I am so close, I may look distant.

Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.