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.

Beyond ideas, there's a field. Will you meet me there?

We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.

Do not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.

Love is the sea where intellect drowns.

Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.

I have no name for what circles so perfectly.