Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.

This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

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

Whether you love God or you love a human being, if you love enough you will come into the presence of Love itself.

Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.