Is love pleasure, is love merriment? No, love is longing
constantly; love is persevering unweariedly; love is hoping
patiently; love is willing surrender; love is regarding constantly
the pleasure and displeasure of the beloved, for love is resignation
to the will of the possessor of one's heart; it is love that
teaches man: Thou, not I.
Love that ends, is the shadow of love; true love is without
beginning or end.
When He gives you a blow, He may give a blow even by the
hand of your most loving friend; and when He caresses you, He
may caress you by the hand of your bitterest enemy.
Let courage be thy sword and patience be thy shield, my soldier.
Wide space, the womb of my heart, conceive my thought, I
pray, and give birth to my desire.
Every soul's longing am I; every heart hears My call; everyone
feels My impulse, My friend as well as My foe.
My thoughts I have sown on the soil of your mind; My love
has penetrated your heart; My word I have put into your mouth;
My light has illuminated your whole being; My work I have given
into your hand.
We have made all forms in order to complete the image of
One day I met the Lord face to face, and, bending my knees,
I prayed, "Tell me, O King of Compassion, is it Thou who punishest
the sinner and givest rewards to the virtuous one?" and said
He, smiling, "the sinner attracts his punishment; the virtuous
earns his reward."