A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

Students of cunning have consumed their hearts and learned only tricks; they've thrown away real riches: patience, self-sacrifice, generosity. Rich thought opens the way.

Hear from the heart wordless mysteries.

Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.

Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.

Everything in the universe is a pitcher brimming with wisdom and beauty.