A Breath of love can take you all the way to infinity

Love is a river. Drink from it.

There goes a river dragging an ocean behind it.

How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.

Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.