Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.
A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.
The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.
The pure heart is a spotless mirror in which images of infinite beauty are reflected.