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

There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.

I lost my hat while gazing at the moon, and then I lost my mind.

I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

Those who are pure in heart achieve God-consciousness; they are truly and actually aware of God at the center of their being (their heart). These sanctified individuals are said to be Possessors of the Heart.

In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.

Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?