Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart

Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?

Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.