“A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul – His dancing breaks beyond the mind’s control.”

When first you enter Wisdom’s sea, beware-A wave of indecision floods you there.

The fruit of love’s great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.

Let love lead your soul. Make it a place to retire to, a kind of monastery cave, a retreat for the deepest core of your being.

The Sea Will be the Sea Whatever the drop’s philosophy.

Were you indeed not blinded by the Curse Of Self-exile, that still grows worse and worse, Yourselves would know that, though you see him not, He is with you this Moment, on this Spot.

This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one’s true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.

The ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in beams.

If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets

I dreamed about these moments, and I think I hoped I would have them, but you don’t know. So when the lucky break hits, it’s like being Cinderella and hopefully midnight doesn’t come.

As for what concerns our relations with our fellow men, the anguish in our neighbor’s soul must break all precept. All that we do is a means to an end, but love is an end in itself, because God is love.

We’re not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again.

There’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.

I think life would mean nullity if grace does not pick my hand again to reach you.

Sunsets feel so lonely now without you.

Never forget what broke you. And never forget how you put yourself back together.

The moment people feel they know what to expect from you, your spell on them is broken.