朝阳之地

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

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