There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

I am in Love with Love and Love is in love with me.

Speak with the language of love.

Kill the cow of your ego as quickly as you can, so that your inner spirit can come to life and attain true awareness.

A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you.

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity. The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death. Tomorrow, when resurrection comes, The heart that is not in love will fail the test.