Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.
Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?
The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.
I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.
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.
Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.