Land of the rising sun

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.

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.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

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

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.