Love, the supreme musician, is always playing in our souls

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.

People want you to be happy. Don't keep serving them your pain! If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves.

Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.

The moment an inspiring thought enters your heart, appreciate it as a dear guest visiting you that day.

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