I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.

Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

Be with those who help your being.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Innumerable changes of moods are yours, and they are uncontrolled by you. If you knew their origin, you would be able to dominate them. If you cannot localize your own changes, how can you localize that which formed you?

The illuminated life can happen now, in the moments left. Die to your ego, and become a True Human Being.

As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.