Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.
This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.
Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.
I don’t know why; when I look at you, I see myself
I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.
Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.