This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.

Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?

If you love someone, you are always joined with them--in joy, in absence, in solitude, in strife.

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.