Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.
Move, but don't move the way fear makes you move.