I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
O my choice beauty You've gone But your love remains in my heart Your image in my eye O guide on my winding road I keep turning round and round in the hopes of Finding you
In each moment the fire rages, it will burn away a hundred veils. And carry you a thousand steps toward your goal.
Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.
All loves are a bridge to Divine love. Yet, those who have not had a taste of it do not know!