When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.

Sell your presence and purchase bewilderment.

Dance where you can break yourself up to pieces and totally abandon your worldly passions.

Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.

Trust means you're ready to risk what you currently have.

God looks not at your form, nor at your deeds, but at your Heart.