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.
sometimes when youre away i feel like i am alone in a dark room after the long summer is over and all of the leaves have fallen i feel their absence like a part of me is missing and when youre away i feel like there is nothing left