Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

A shadow cannot ignorethe sun that all day creates and movesit.

Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.

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.

Look at Love...how it tangleswith the one fallen in love .

Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still