You have Within you more love than you could ever understand.

How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.

I learned that every mortal will taste death. But only some will taste life.