Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

Fasting is an amazing thing. It gives people heart and soul.

In the silence between your heartbeat bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

Try something different. Surrender.

Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.