I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.

The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.

Angels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever.

Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

Love is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.

The day is conscious of itself.