Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.
Loaves of bread remind us of sunlight, but when we are inside that orb,we lose interest in building ovens,in millwork and the preparation of fields before the planting.
Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.
Come sit with me! Let us drink the holy wine of happiness.
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.