Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

Whenever they rebuild an old building, they must first of all destroy the old one.

Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

Love is such a vast sea, it has neither edges nor ends nor corners.