Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.

A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.

Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.

Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.

If I gaze at my beloved she may feel embarrassed and if I do not, she will feel neglected. I can see the stars reflecting in the calm water of her face but if I look away I lose my clarity.