Each moment from all sides rushes to us the call to love. We are running to contemplate its vast green field. Do you want to come with us?
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
If you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.
The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.
The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.
When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.