To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one
A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?
Give yourself completely to the one you call God. If you are not doing it you are wasting your time here.
Love is an open secret, the most obvious thing in the world and the most hidden, with no why to how it keeps its mystery.