May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.

Shut your eyes so the heart may become your eye, and with that vision look upon another world. If you can step away from your need for self-approval, all that you do, top to bottom, will be approved.

You are not just the drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in the drop.

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.

Your mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe. When you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear.