Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it.
Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.
I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.
Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.