The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.
Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.
Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.
When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.
Those who are pure in heart achieve God-consciousness; they are truly and actually aware of God at the center of their being (their heart). These sanctified individuals are said to be Possessors of the Heart.
It is certain that an atom of goodness on the path of faith is never lost.