There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

No more words. Hear only the voice within.

Angels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever.

Thinking gives off smoke to prove the existence of fire. A mystic sits inside the burning. There are wonderful shapes in rising smoke that imagination loves to watch. But it's a mistake to leave the fire for that filmy sight. Stay here at the flame's core.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky

I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!