The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.

Love is the common denominator that unites all people whatever religion they are.

In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.

Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.