Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds. He who fares without any doubt, adhere to his footprints if you do not know the way. Cleave to the footprints of the deer and advance with care that you may reach the musk-gland. By means of such trekking, even if you walk on fire, you will reach the luminous peak.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .

Let yourself be gently pulled by the deeper desire of what you want.

Love, the life-giving garden of this world.

Until the juice ferments a while in the cask, it isn't wine. If you wish your heart to be bright, you must do a little work.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love. Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God's secrets. Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless. Although I may try to describe love, when I experience it, I am speechless. Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless. My pen breaks, and the paper slips away at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one. Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.