I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.
The glance of Love is crystal clear.
The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.. The light which fills the heart is the light of God, which is pure and separate from the light of intellect and sense.