Love has no cause; it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and Loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe Love when I experience it I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about Love I am rendered helpless; my pen breaks and the paper slips away at the ineffable place where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.
