Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.

The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.

Once we were particles of Light, now we are Beings of Light, radiating Love.

True beauty is a ray That springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower.

If you wish for light, Be ready to receive light.

The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.