Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Love, the life-giving garden of this world.

Neither this body am I, nor soul, Nor these fleeting images passing by, Nor concepts and thoughts, mental images, Nor yet sentiments and the psyche's labyrinth. Who then am I? A consciousness without origin, Not born in time, nor begotten here below. I am that which was, is and ever shall be, A jewel in the crown of the Divine Self, A star in the firmament of the luminous One.

I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.

If you wish to be a mine of jewels, open the deep ocean within your heart.

I'm dominated by Love, By my passion of love for Love

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.