Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.

Nothing is meaningful except surrendering to love. Do it.

Your way begins at the other side. Become the sky.

Keep walking, though there's no place to get to. Don't try to see through the distances. That's not for human beings. Move within, But don't move the way fear makes you move.

Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you...you are -we all are-the beloved of the beloved, and in every moment, in every event of your life , the Beloved is whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know. Who can ever explain this miracle? It simply is.