Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.
A warm, rainy day-this is how it feels when friends get together. Friend refreshes friend then, as flowers do each others, in a spring rain.
The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.
I found the Divine within my Heart.
A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.