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.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

Reality is blocked by form and image.

The whole business of love is to drown in the sea.

Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.