When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.

Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.