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.

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

In the blackest of your moments, wait with no fear.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'

Every bird will follow it's specie.

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

What is the Heart? A flower opening.