Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

Tend to your vital heart, and all that you worry about will be solved.

Where you are, whatever your condition is; Always try to be a lover.

What is the Heart? A flower opening.

You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?