All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.

I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.

How should Spring bring forth a garden on hard stone? Become earth, that you may grow flowers of many colors. For you have been heart-breaking rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be earth!

There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.

Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts and let them light our path to love.

When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.