朝阳之地

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.