The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.
Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.
To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
For the water animals, the ocean is like a garden; for the land animals, it is death and pain.