O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, be all.

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

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendor you need to burn in the fire of love.

Only the soul knows what love is.