Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?
The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!
Be watchful - the grace of God appears suddenly. It comes without warning to an open heart.
In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.
Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.
Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.