The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?

Love is our steady guide on this road full of hardships.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

Do you hear what the music is saying? 'Come follow me and you will find the way. Your mistakes can also lead you to the truth. When you ask, the answer will be given.'

When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.