Love cannot be described. It must be tasted.

Deep in our Hearts, the Light of Heaven is shining.

There are no edges to my loving now.

This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.

You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.

Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in the sunset like supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep on. This Love is beyond the study of theology, that old trickery and hypocrisy. If you want to improve your mind that way, sleep on. I've given up on my brain. I've torn the cloth to shreds and thrown it away. If you're not completely naked, wrap your beautiful robe of words around you, and sleep on

If words come out of the heart, they will enter the heart.