Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.

Whether you love God or you love a human being, if you love enough you will come into the presence of Love itself.

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.

Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.

I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.