There is no worse torture than knowing intellectually about love and the way.
Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!
On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Let Silence speak to you about the secrets of the universe.
Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.