Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.

Give yourself completely to the one you call God. If you are not doing it you are wasting your time here.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.