Whether you love God or you love a human being, if you love enough you will come into the presence of Love itself.

The moon stays bright when it doesn't avoid the night.

There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it's always in motion.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.

Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming?