Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

A lover in life will be a lover in death, a lover in the tomb, a lover in paradise, a lover on the day of resurrection.

I am iron resisting the most enormous magnet there is.

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

What I had thought of before as God, I met today in a human being.

Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.