Fasting is the first principle of medicine.
On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.
You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.
Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.
I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing