Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.

If you could get rid of yourself just once, the secret of secrets would open to you. The face of the unknown, hidden beyond the universe would appear on the mirror of your perception.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.

Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me

A Candle never Loses any of its Light while Lighting up another candle.

Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.