Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.

Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.

The intellectual quest is exquisite like pearls and coral, But it is not the same as the spiritual quest. The spiritual quest is on another level altogether, Spiritual wine has a subtler taste. The intellect and the senses investigate cause and effect. The spiritual seeker surrenders to the wonder.

I said, “I just want to know you and then disappear.” She said, “Knowing me does not mean dying.