God made the Illusion look Real and the Real an Illusion !

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

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

When the remedy you have offered only increases the disease, then leave him who will not be cured, and tell your story to someone who seeks the truth.

When you feel a peaceful joy, that's when you are near truth.

Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?

O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you