Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.
I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.
Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.