At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door, and open the love-window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendour you need to burn in the fire of love.
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore, not by book, nor from tongue. If knowledge of mysteries comes after emptiness of mind, that is illumination of heart.
Nothing I say can explain to you divine love. Yet all of creation cannot seem to stop talking about it.
Those who are pure in heart achieve God-consciousness; they are truly and actually aware of God at the centre of their being.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language - door and open the love - window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window.
All because of love, when it arrived my temporal life from then on changed to eternal.