While The Mind Sees Only Boundaries, Love

Love Is The Way Messengers From The Mystery Tell Us Things

I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste Death. But Only Some Will Taste Life.

What You Have Despised In Yourself As A Thorn Opens Into A Rose.

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.