I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover
Give your weakness to one who helps.
How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
Those who practice Love have neither Religion or Status.
When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.