There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.
Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it.
Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.
If you want money more than anything, you'll be bought and sold. If you have a greed for food, you'll be a loaf of bread. This is a subtle truth: Whatever you love, you are.
There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it's always in motion.