My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

Wisdom is like the rain. Its source is limitless, but it comes down according to the season.

Outside ideas of right doing and wrong doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.

The Ego is a veil between humans and God’.” “In prayer all are equal.