Land of the rising sun

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

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.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.