Stop learning. Start knowing
Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.
Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?
If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.