Love cannot be learned or taught. Love comes as Grace.
Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.
The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.
If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.
How should Spring bring forth a garden on hard stone? Become earth, that you may grow flowers of many colors. For you have been heart-breaking rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be earth!
Passion and desire bind your Heart. Remove the locks. Become a key, become a key . . .