Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

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.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.

In the silence of LOVE you will find the Spark of LIFE.

A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.