Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.

Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.

Your longing for ME is my message to you, All your attempts to reach ME, Are in reality MY attempts to reach you.

Protect yourself......from your own thoughts.

My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ; 'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.

When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.

Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.