I was dead, then alive. Weeping, then laughing. The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion, then tender like the evening star.
All my feelings have the color you desire to paint.
The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won't find the Secret.
That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again
Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.
Speak with the language of love.