My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
A SEEING eye is better than three hundred blind men's: The eye can distinguish pearls from pebbles.
You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.