On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.

There is a path from me to you that I am constantly looking for.

Fasting is the first principle of medicine; fast and see the strength of the spirit reveal itself.

Everything has to do with loving and not loving.

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.

The ground submits to the sky and suffers whatever comes. Tell me, is the Earth worse for giving in like that?

Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!”