If you follow the ways in which you were trained, which you may have inherited, for no other reason than this, you are illogical.

Every bird will follow it's specie.

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

Suffering is a gift; in its hidden mercy

Nothing is meaningful except surrendering to love. Do it.

This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.